Aussie Boomerangs

March 17, 2004 by  
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Well, it looks like Papa is having a great time in Australia!

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TD gets AMOGed

March 17, 2004 by  
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Okay, Tyler recently posted an OR on mASF about some of his adventures in Australia, and he had a great little story about a natural AMOG who completely owned him. This is definitely some funny shit…

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Some Odd Musings

March 8, 2004 by  
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I went out the other night and approached a two set in a pretty nice bar/restaurant off of Sunset. It was an older woman and a younger girl. Both were attractive. The younger one was typical low self esteem punk rock girl with the dyed hair, vintage t-shirt, wallet chain, etc. The older one was your typical aging party girl who’s still on the prowl. I open the younger one first and end up running a great set. It was totally on with both of them… then I find out their mother and daughter.

This was a strange shock to me, because both were flirting pretty heavily and into set. I was more in with the mother (who looked like a bigger slut — typical low IQ and big breasts). I end up number closing them both. It was a wierd situation, especially since it looked like the daughter was all fucked up self-esteem wise and the mother looked like she was trying to be the daughter’s “cool best friend.” I don’t know where I’ll go with it, but am I the only one who finds this strange? Guess my midwestern ideals just aren’t up to LA mores yet, but where I’m from, most daughters try to get AWAY from their mothers to party.

A Night of Mystery…

March 8, 2004 by  
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So I had a rather long night out with Mystery, Roadking, and Herbal (of Austin Lair and now Project Hollywood fame) on Friday. Needless to say, it had a lot to do with sarging. Mystery, Herbal, and I had dinner at the Rainbow Room on Sunset and ended up seeing Bill Mahr there. For those of you who don’t know who that is, Bill Mahr is the host of shows like Politically Incorrect and the more current Real Time with Bill Mahr on HBO. I had heard about this guy’s prowess with women before, but I had not seen it with my own eyes until that night. Needless to say, Bill Mahr is a fucking pimp! The guy rolls with some incredibly hot chicks, and he also gets approached by them reguarly. Sure, his fame has something to do with it, but his frame is so strong that I can see how he sucks the chicks into it. Maybe he’s seen the Palo Alto videos? Who knows…

Anyway, we were all feeling pretty fiesty that night, so I talked Mystery into going to a strip club so he could show us a little of his Stripper Game. Man, I wasn’t disappointed. Mystery is hands down the best I’ve ever seen with girls in a strip club. And the club we went to was a definite hard one to pick up in (ie, the girls are all into hard core “gotta make money” mode).

The highlight of the night was seeing Mystery pick-up two incredibly hot porno stars that were at the club. These girls weren’t there to strip, mind you. One of them was there with her boyfriend, and the other tagged along because I guess they needed to get to know each other before working in a scene together the following day. They were both 10s on the looks scale. Not to bright, but incredibly sexy. The minute Mystery came within view of them, he had them eating out of the palm of his hand, and ended up number closing both of them.

It was really amazing to watch him work these girls. Most guys might have been inclined to chat them up, but Mystery really put his neg theory to work and threw out some old school harsh negs at both girls. For a minute, I was afraid he was gonna lose them, but low and behold the girls started qualifying themselves to him! And just at the point where it looked like the set was gonna blow out, Mystery switches gears and starts demonstrating higher value with his magic tricks, and before long, both girls are totally into him. They ended up getting pulled onto stage and both did a lesbian strip show for free. But afterwards, they actually tracked ME down so I could lead them back to Mystery, who proceeded to seduce both of them (even the one who’s boyfriend was in the club with them).

To top things off, Jake Busey, some of the infamous actor Gary Busey, who’s appeared in major movies (Contact, Starship Troopers, etc) ended up coming up to Mystery and chatting him up for a bit. I also got to demonstrate my “Homemade Porno” routine for Herbal, who seemed to really like it.

All in all, it was a fun night. I’d break down the analysis of what Mystery did more, but I think it deserves it’s own post, which I’ll probably get to when the site stops acting so screwy.

Ultimate Framework @ El Rio

February 25, 2004 by  
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One of my favorite posters on both mASF and Mystery’s Lounge is jlaix. He’s very funny, often irreverant, and has lots and lots of game. His field reports are consistently the most entertaining to read as well, and his latest one doesn’t disappoint. I’ve reposted it here for everyone to enjoy.

So read on and see jlaix vs. the chess club. =)

jlaix writes:
Went to the Rio last night. Let me tell you guys, after three days and nights with 26, two Craigs, a J-Dog, Playboy, TD, Papa, and Christophe among others in some very tough venues, I walked into the ole El Rio literally like I owned it. In fact the owner was there at the door as I approached, dude says to the door girl, “This guy is here every week… he doesn’t pay.” I ignore this and give the door chick $2, I tell her, “That’s for YOU.”

I walk in with Christophe and my roommate Brion. Take a look around. Dude, this is my home turf and its like a child’s toy compared to those loud ass uberclubs we were at during the workshop. Instantly I spot my target, HB ChessClub. This chick is not exceptionally beautiful, she dresses down but with work she could be a high 8. The thing about this chick is that she’s always surrounded by at least seven guys, these hipster weirdos who wear Buddy Holly glasses and scarves. We call them The Chess Club cause they look like fuckin dorks. I’ve talked to the chick briefly before, but she would always get swept off by the Chess Club. Because of this, I was always intimidated to talk to her. Not tonight.

I look at my boys and say, “Watch this. Follow me.” And I saunter right up to the Chess Club, push them aside “excuse me!” and go right up to the girl. I say, “I hate you” and stare at her, waiting. She looks all weird and then says, “I know… I’m sorry!” WTF?

I start slamming routines as Brion and Christophe handle the CBs/AMOGs, Brion is particularly effective at this as he is bigger, he engages them, bombards them with logical questions, positions himself between them and me. Then he gets uncomfortably close to them while he’s talking so they back up. It’s not uncommon for me to look over and see that Brion’s pushed an AMOG over to the other side of the fuckin room. So it’s going good, she is my little sister, I do “alternate opposite sex name” and she’s calling me Wendy and I’m calling her Rob. She’s loving it, my bodylanguage is good, I’m doing a good job of engaging the group. I’m constantly misinterpreting things she says as meaning she wants me, then saying, “Gross! You’re my little sister!” When her attention wanders, it’s “Hey! Show’s over here! Are you multitasking me?” etc. I do trust test and all this other kino shit, then disengage hard with false disqualifiers. Numerous alpha attacks are thrown my way. One guy tries to cut in and I am all over his ass… “Wow dude, that’s a nice scarf. I bet you get all the girls with that.” BOOM he’s deflated. I cut him out of the circle. Nice.

However, Christophe leaves and Brion and I can’t handle all ten of these bozos. Sure enough, one of them latches onto the chick and gets her full attention. I keep in the group talking to an UG. Suddenly, my friend Celine appears. I say what’s up, then instruct him to occupy the AMOG. He refuses. I pinch his nipple and twist it… “Go bitch!” Celine says, “No. It’s over. You lost.” I’m like, fuck that shit. I SLAP my friend in the face. I say, “GO!” He says, “No, fuck you! I’m not like you! It’s over, can’t you see?” I SLAP him again and say, “Fuck that negative shit, nothing is over!” At this point people are looking over, so I pull him away to the bar.

“Dude,” I say, “I’m sorry I hit you man. But THAT SET IS MINE and I don’t need negative shit from my friends fucking up my state.” He’s like, “It’s ok, you’re my friend” and seems cool, but he immediately leaves after that. Fuck, I feel bad.

Now I’m out of the set, but I just go back in with “80s music” opener, using Suzanne Vega’s “Luka”. I discover that one Chess Club member is really cool and he’s into all the same crap music I like, he has on all these buttons for Styx, Air Supply, REO Speedwagon and stuff. I say, “Wow man, I thought you were a total fucking prick, but you’re sort of cool. You should come to karaoke on Tuesdays.” He agrees, and the target starts getting jealous that I’m not paying attention to her. Ok, cool. I do a takeaway and get another drink.

When I get back from the bar, I see that many more dudes have joined the group, AMOG looking surfer dudes, and I am now all alone. Fuck. I look around, and open a three-set of two girls and a guy, start asking lame questions to the guy and ignore the girl, standard shit. I run the “Best ice cream flavor” bit, then they tell their favorites and I say, “OMG, you have to tell my friends, come on.” I drag them over to the Chess Club and get back in set, pawning the three-set off.

So now I’m back in set, but I’m getting mad aggressive rude comments about my appearance and stuff from the dudes. IRRELEVANT. My frame was tight, I just laughed and executed picture perfect AMOG tactics. “I love your shirt man, IZOD fuckin rocks, I used to wear that in high school all the time.” “WHAT? WHAT DID YOU SAY? No, man, what did you just say to make yourself look cooler than me? Come on, man, I wanna hear this!” “(laughing) You’re cool, man, hipster guy, fuckin rocks bro!” “Awesome. You’re like my PERSONAL ASSISTANT, dude! Keep the good advice coming! Like Queer Eye for the Straight Guy!” Handled. Other AMOGS in the group, I just pre-empted by opening them first and going logical. The target sees all this and is duly impressed.

At one point the target says something which could be interpreted as negative towards me. Now, I already told her that we should “play nice” at this point and drop the ball-busting. So I say, “You’re not a good little sister.” And turn my back on her. I force myself to not turn back around and it sucks, it was hard, but after like a full minute of torture, the chick is all up in my face again. Awesome, I clearly passed the social hook point. She is chasing me.

The crowd thins out, it’s near closing. Turns out this chick is moving to Canada on Saturday. I bust on her for wearing a beanie, I’m like, “IT’S CALLED A TOOK!” I throw my phone at her. She’s like, “What’s this for?” I say, “We’re going to karaoke tomorrow.” She seems quite excited about this and I make her put my number in her phone, because, “I don’t answer numbers that I don’t know, even if it’s my friends, so this way you’ll know it’s me…” She’s all stoked and shit.

I called her tonight, she answered first ring (credit Craig for the phone game tip) and was really happy to hear from me. Solid game. We’re meeting up on Thursday.

LR forthcoming…

You can read the mASF thread here.

The Real David DeAngelo

February 20, 2004 by  
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So I’m reposting this from the latest Cliff’s List, just because it’s not every day we see a post from David D outside of his newsletters. I found this post to be quite interesting, because he seems to be revealing a bit more of his personal life/experiences than we’re used to seeing from him. It’s also a damn good Field Report with some quite humorous moments, especially if you imagine David D talking in his typical monotone ultra-serious voice. (Think “Al Gore” in “party” mode) =)

David DeAngelo writes:
Tyler, I just read that Outing Report you sent in… What a damn FREAKSHOW you’re becoming.

Tyler, I want to be you when I grow up. Of all the guys I’ve known and met, you might be the most intense when it comes to learning, innovating, and implementing. The depth of your understanding, and the subtle levels of your communication are amazing. I learn something every time I talk to you or read your stories.

OK, so you inspired me to share a quick story from tonight.

I just got back from going out with Rick H. (good buddy of mine that
many of you may have heard of). We went to a trendy bar in Hollywood, CA. We were just there to have a drink and kick back with friends…

I walked into the men’s room, and there’s a girl pulling her pants down to use the toilet. There are two other guys in the men’s room as well. This particular bathroom has one toilet, one urinal, no stalls, etc.

In other words, she’s right out in the open.

So I walk over to wait for the urinal, and I turn my back to the girl (without even looking at her) as I say “Here, I’ll block for you”. As I’m standing there, one of the guys says “Her name is ‘D.’…” I say
“Hey ‘D.” whatup” (ignoring her, monotone statement… not a question). I didn’t turn around, or answer her as she said “hi” back to me.

She finishes as I walk over to the urinal to do my thing. I walk over to the sink as she’s pulling her pants up. I turn on the water, and point to the sink. She looks at it, and walks out the door. I wash my hands… and walk out the door. She’s outside the men’s room, so I strike up a conversation by busting her balls for not washing her hands after using the bathroom.

Now, I should mention, this girl is six feet tall, super-model face and body, small tattoo on the back of her neck. I’m talking SMOKING hot. If you live in New York, L.A., or Vegas and you go out to exclusive places often, you might have seen a girl this hot within the last few MONTHS. If you don’t live in one of these places, you probably haven’t seen a girl this hot in YEARS. In other words, she was hot. OK, whatever.

By the way, I’ve already seen this girl a couple of times earlier in the evening, and guys are lining up to kiss her ass, horn in on her, and generally seek approval like pussies all night.

So where was I? Oh yea… I’m busting her balls about not washing her hands…

She just stops and stares directly into my eyes with a serious look on her face. She can’t exactly believe what she’s hearing… so she’s challenging me with a combination of no verbal response plus direct serious eye contact.

Of course, I look right back at her without flinching.

We make small talk for a minute. Hair, clothes, drinks. I then take out a breath mint, and offer her one. I did it in such a way that she couldn’t tell if I was being nice or if I was hinting that she had bad breath. She declined, saying that it wouldn’t go with her martini.

Another minute or two of small talk. The L.A. Scene, the bachelorette party that’s there, whatever. More ball busting. By now she’s grabbing my coat, pulling herself towards me… looking directly into my eyes intensely… I’m looking her in the eyes… and leaning back, not responding to her physical touching.

I take out the breath mints AGAIN. This time I actually take one and go to place it in HER mouth. She opens her mouth, but in SHOCK. She takes the mint with her hand, and puts it in her own mouth.

She says “I can’t believe you called me on my bad breath!”

I said “I didn’t call you on it, I just gave you a breath mint… much classier.”

She said “Oh my God! I had Mexican food for dinner… blah blah blah (explanations and excuses for her breath).”

Then she said again “I can’t believe you called me on my bad breath… I LOVE YOU!”.

At this point she’s putting her arm around me and pulling me toward her… putting her cheek up against mine, etc. I’m leaning back, not taking the bait. I put my hand up slowly into the back of her hair and pulled gently/firmly She did the “deep inhale” of pleasure. I take her shoulders (bare), turn her around physically, and give her a gentle bite on the neck.

Nice.

I say “I’m going to go find my friends”… and turn to walk away.

Normally I would have kissed her, gotten her info at that moment (minimum), etc. but this particular girl was so hot and so damn SHARP that I wanted to let the tension build a little more. Well, I didn’t have to wait long. As soon as I turned around to walk away, she literally grabbed me by the back of my hair, and pulled me back to her She put her arms around me and pulled me into her. I gave her a squeeze (sister style)… but didn’t take advantage of the moment to kiss her. Again, tension, tension, tension.

OK, short story short… I find out she’s there with some guy friend who’s taking her home… and I’m getting ready to leave with my friends… she’s begging me to write to her… and I’m off with her info.

The moral?

Sexual Tension or “Chemistry” can be sparked, amplified, and dialed up so high that it’s almost unreal within just a few minutes… sometimes even less. And it can happen with the hottest of the hot girls… as long as you’re open to it, and you know what to do in order to create it.

A key to this equation is total PRESENCE and total COMPOSURE. You must mentally become the gay-marriage child of Obi-Wan and James Bond. Remember how COMPOSED those dudes were at all times? Add an understanding of Sexual Tension, and a few ball-busting comments, and you’ve got all the makin’s for a party. That’s the way.

Just a thought…

There you have it folks! David D is the KING of picking up unhygenic chicks with bad breath! I suggest you start studying Double Your Dating Immediately!!! lol.

TD & Playboy, Under Pressure

February 18, 2004 by  
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So Playboy posted a pretty good Field Report of an outting of his with TD. For those of you who don’t know, Playboy is living at the Project Hollywood mansion with Mystery, Style, Papa, and Herbal. From what I hear the guy has massive game and has been pulling chicks off Sunset reguarly along with his semi-regular wingman, the almighty TheOne.

TD is currently in town chilling with the PH crew, so this may give you an idea of their adventures in LA-LA land. You can read the whole thread here.

Although, whenever I think of the Project Hollywood crew, does anyone else get flashes of Top Gun running through their mind? Or is it just me?

Feminator $$$$ Field Report?

February 12, 2004 by  
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Well, Feminator posted a field report on mASF, and believe it or not, it may ACTUALLY be worth reading! Seems more than a few people liked what he had so say. For that alone, it may be worth checking it out. Could Vince Runza have bitch-slapped some sense into this poor wanna-be guru? I guess only time will tell.

You can read his FR here.

Funny Field Report: Fuck Me 26

February 4, 2004 by  
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**Reposted from the first Lair, original date: 1/23/04

The great thing about this community are the real life experiences we have in our never-ending quest for pussy.  Sometimes, these adventures can be quite funny, which just makes them all the more memorable.  So I’ve decided that occasionally, if I find something entertaining enough, I’ll repost it here on the blog for shits and giggles.

The first one of these I’ve found was the Lay Report where 2-6 loses his virginity.  For those of you who don’t know, 2-6 is a canadian PUA who’s become quite good since losing his virginity at the age of 26.  However, the length of that viginity stint may very well explain this!  I’m convinced semen back-up is bad for the brain and induces psychosis.  But I digress…

Anyway, you can read this rather amusing field report here.  Enjoy!

Thundercat

FR: Shoe Sizes — The Art Of Pissing Off Women

February 4, 2004 by  
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**Reposted from the first Lair, original date: 1/21/04
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I end up going to work on Friday after my outing at the Stuff Afterparty (see my Field Report “Back in the Saddle” for details), albeit late.  But my boss is out that day, so it’s all good.  I end up leaving early too, which means I get in a good 5 hour work day.  Ahhh, America!

I meet up with Swinggcat again for dinner at Toi, which is a rock and roll Thai food place.  We’re eventually joined by Roadking and we discuss some of the new tactics and theories Swinggcat is developing (he’s been field testing them a lot lately and plans to share some of his developments in his newsletters.  If you haven’t bought his book, at least sign up for his mailing list, which is free.  You can do so here.).  After diner, Raodking goes back to his place to shower and dress up for clubbing, and Swingg and I head towards the Well, a really great little bar hidden away in Hollywood.

We get there only to discover that the bar is closed due to a plumbing problem.  Someone must have had the mother of all shits to close down a major bar like the Well due to plumbing.  Anyway, I call Roadking to try and coordinate a new place to meet.  As I’m on the phone, three girls in their sexiest, trendiest clubbing clothes walk up.  They look at the sign on the door explaining the plumbing problem like they are trying to remember how to read, then they look around like lost lambs trying to figure out what to do next.  I laugh and yell at them:

“Yeah, that’s right!  You got dressed up for NOTHING!”

Swinggcat laughs at this and the girls walk away indignantly.  I hear Roadking cackling on the phone as well.  We decide to meet at Star Shoes up on Hollywood Boulevard.  Star Shoes is a pretty cool bar that draws a fairly artsy crowd.  It’s an actual shoe store that becomes a club at night, it’s also right next to a stand-up comedy club.  So  Swingg and I walk in there and I go to the bar to get a drink (Red Bull, baby).  While there, a skinny blonde chick opens me up, commenting on my badass sunglasses.

A good tactic when someone opens you is to act aloof.  This puts the responsibility of creating rapport on them.  However, you have to be careful that you have enough value to warrant them to do so.  If you aren’t valuable enough, the person opening you will just move on.  I learned this when I met Rudolph Schenker, guitarist for the rock band The Scorpions, at the Stuff Magazine afterparty.  I tried talking to the guy, but he was pretty much silent the whole time, causing me to keep talking in a desperate attempt to get rapport with the dude.  I eventually realized his game, and it’s very powerful.  The more someone tries to get rapport with you, the more you pull away.  It’s a great tactic to get people to chase you, so I tried it out with this girl.  It worked well enough, but I knew I couldn’t push it too far, so I did a bit of cocky/funny with her.

I then went Primoman style and hit on some fat UGs, who were into me.  I left them wanting more and went around working the room.  Eventually I get back to where the band is setting up and I see a girl trying to go back behind the set-up area.  I jokingly tell her she’s not important enough to go back there.  She desperately asks me where the bathroom is.  I laugh and point her in the right direction.  She leaves her friend alone as she hurries to the ladies room, so I say to her friend “It looks like you could use some company.”  Her friend brightens up and gladly accepts the offer.

She’s a really cute blonde, who turns out to be a tourist (you find a lot of these on Hollywood Blvd.).  She’s visiting from Chicago.  This is good because girls who are on vacation are usually more open to being sexually adventurous because they are outside the normal social restrictions of their daily life, so I start working the adventure of Los Angeles and act like a real Hollywood player while still talking about my humble origins from the east coast.

I make it a point not to ask the girl too many questions and instead try and control the frame by talking ABOUT subjects as opposed to letting her talk or answer me.  This is important because in a bar/club atmosphere with lots of stimulus, if you tax a person too much they will get bored and move on (especially attractive girls).  One major rule of pick-up is “You always give before you take.”  Asking too many questions takes too much from the other person, it’s better to give them a story or an experience before asking a question or two.

The girl is a stand-up comedian, so I bust on her for being an attention whore.  Things go good for a while until her friend comes back, but Swinggcat sweeps in and runs interference for me like a good wing should.  I’m doing a VERY good job of undermining my target’s self esteem, so she starts getting very agitated about the lack of validation.  This causes her to start hitting on Swingg, who whips out the digital camera for a picture routine.  My target starts hanging off Swingg, so I encourage him to take her in order to undermine her jealousy trap (God, did I just write that?  This is starting to sound like The Art of War.  Oh well.).  Anyway, I can tell I’m pushing it with my target so I take it further and pay her friend some attention.  They end up deciding to leave, but they invite us to come along with them.  We’re still supposed to meet up with Roadking, so we tell them we’ll meet up with them later (we never did).

Our next set starts when this girl tries to push by me to get to the bathroom.  It’s pretty crowded and she asks if she can get past.  I tell her it’ll cost her, so she tries to go around me.  I move and block her.  This goes on two or three more times, and her friends are cracking up.  The girl eventually pushes past me, but the damage is done.  Her friends applaud and talk about how hilarious that was.  Swingg and I go into set.  Roadking shows up and joins in.  One of the girls, Roadking, and I all eventually go outside for a smoke break just as the band is gearing up to play.  We banter with the girl for a bit doing a lot of cocky/funny while outside.  We can hear the music thumping, so when she goes back in to join he friends, Roadking and I stay on the sidewalk in front of the club.  I hate live bands in bars because they are too fuckin’ loud to PU effectively.

Outside we start approaching lots of girls.  Roadking is a bit rusty due to the fact he was spoiled by having a hot lesbian stripper roommate who used to pull girls for him, but since she moved away he’s been trying to get back up to speed.  Eventually Swinggcat joins us outside and we have a few good sets.

One is with an older girl who’s dressed like a 20 year old.  My guess is she was at least in her mid 30s.  Roadking opens her about her hat.  She comes over and we start talking to us.  This poor girl is massively insecure and is desperately looking for validation from men that she’s still attractive (she was decent looking, but not all that hot).  She starts dropping hints, like she hasn’t made out with a guy in two years and shit.  She also mentioned she’s in therapy.  She’s looking for sympathy, but we just ridicule her for being so pathetic.  This makes her qualify herself more.  We probably should have validated her a bit, because doing so would have made her an easy pull, but we were too caught up in the cocky/funny frame to do so and eventually blow her self esteem out, which causes her to leave and find her friends.

The skinny blonde who commented about my sunglasses earlier shows back up with her warpig friend, who we of course shower with more attention to make the blonde jealous.  The tactic works and she starts competing for attention.  I mess up her hair and she starts poking my belly, almost attacking me in a playful way.  She’s pretty into me, giving off some big IOIs, but upon closer inspection I noticed a few small cold sores around the mouth, so I decide to pass.

Star Shoes gets a bit too crowded, so the three of us walk down to Daddy’s Lounge, which is the sister bar to the Well.  It’s a pretty hip lounge which a lot of celebrities have been known to attend (it was the place of Ben Affleck’s last alcohol binge before going to AA).  We get there and run into Alleycat, who’s sporting a blonde on his shoulder.  I give her a big hug right away, acting like I know her.  It goes over well.  We talk to Alleycat briefly before he leaves with his girl.  Because the Well is closed down, all the spill-over has migrated to Daddy’s, so the place is PACKED.  We decide to call it a night and get some food, so Roadking drives us down to Swinger’s cafГ©.

Once there, we instantly start abusing the waitress in a playful way.  She likes it and is laughing, which is cool.  Then, Roadking’s stripper friend shows up after she’s off work, and I start verbally abusing the SHIT out of her.  I don’t remember a lot of what I said, but Swinggcat told me it was pretty evil.  I was getting to her because she commented on how hard I was busting her balls, but she probably gave me more IOIs than she ever had before because of it.  Next time I might be nice and give her some validation before being so hard on her, because I felt like I might have taken it too far.

I got back home around 4 am and crashed.  Over-all, it was a fun night.  I feel like I’m back in the game and both Swingg and Roadking commented that my game has drastically improved since before my Christmas break, so that made me feel good.  I know it may sound like I’m just being a complete ass hole and driving a lot of these girls away, but for some reason that’s almost what works the best.  It’s hard to realistically write about their reactions, because words can’t convey the energy of a set, just the result. 

Regardless, I think a lot of the art is to get them to the point of being driven away, and then bringing them back.  It goes with that whole notion of commitment and consistency, where once someone gives into the validity of your actions, you can push them even further.  Little kids are great at this, where they do something bad, get their parent’s to forgive them, then turn right around and doing something worse.  Since the parent has already ratified that it was okay to misbehave, it’s harder for them to backtrack and easier to give in.  The same is true when it comes to girls.

I’m feeling pretty good that I’m making some progress, and I look forward to getting out more and improving.  I still have a long way to go, but the more I do it, the better I get and the better I feel.

Hopefully I’ll be feeling some boobies soon.  =)

Thundercat

FR: Back in the Saddle Again (A Stuff Afterparty Report)

February 4, 2004 by  
Filed under Field Report

**Reposted from the first Lair, original date: 1/19/04
**Image removed

 



               Quote of the Day:
                Thundercat:  What is it about sluts that makes them so attractive?
                      Swinggcat:  It’s called honesty, dude.



So it’s a Thursday night, and I’m sitting around my apartment in my underwear working on the computer, ready to fritter away yet another weeknight so that I may be able to get to work on time the next morning when suddenly, I get a phone call.

It’s from my friend Alleycat.  Apparently, he’s got a hot tip about some goings on that night he wanted to throw my way because he was going to have to pass due to a date with a girl.  Apparently, every year Stuff Magazine has some type of fashion show where they get together the trashiest girls they can find, put them in as little clothes as possible, and parade them in front of photographers trying to convince everybody that they are really TWO steps above porn as opposed to one.  Anyway, Alleycat has the line on where the after party for this little shindig is going down and he gives me the location, time, and info on how to get in.

Now I’m faced with an interesting dilemma.  I do have to work the next morning, and I know that if I go to the party, there is no doubt I will show up late to work (and there’s even the possibility I could miss work all together).  Yet, it’s an exclusive afterparty for a major men’s magazine – which means that there is going to be tons of high quality pussy there.  After about 3 seconds of debate, my cock overrules my brain and I decide to fuck work for Friday.

After showering and shaving, I give Mystery a call because I figure a situation like this afterparty where social proof and Higher Value Demonstrations would be the most effective (and no one is better at these two things than Mystery), he would probably be able to pull some exceptionally beautiful women.  Not to mention I haven’t hung out with the guy for a while, and I wanted to see him again.  So Mystery answers:

Mystery:  Gragaha.  (Typical greeting from a player awakened from is mid-evening “I gotta go out and sarge until 5 am” nap)
Thundercat:  Mystery, what’s up its Thundercat.
Mystery:  Oh, hey man.
Thundercat:  Listen, I got a line on the afterparty for Stuff Magazine’s annual fashion show tonight and I wanted to give you the invite to come along.
Mystery:  Thanks man, but I can’t.  You’re too good with women and would put me to shame.  I don’t know if my self-esteem could handle being blown out of every set by you and your mad player skills.  You also have a huge cock.

Okay, so maybe Mystery didn’t really say that.  But I bet he was thinking it!  =)  Mystery actually had to pass because he had a business dinner to attend with Style (the most powerful of the Jedi).  But he wishes me luck and promptly falls back to sleep, so I give Swinggcat a call and see if he’s up for a night of slumming in Hollywood.

Thundercat:  Yo Swingg, its Thundercat.
Swinggcat:  Hey bro, what’s up?
Thundercat:  You feel like going to an afterparty for Stuff Magazine’s annual fashion show?
Swinggcat:  Yeah, I’m down.  Just as long as you keep your shirt buttoned up.  Only my nipples and the masculine pectoral muscles to which they’re attached are allowed to hypnotize the women.

Sorry, somehow jlaix managed to get on my computer and write that.  Anyway, with backup in place, I head out to The Forbidden City, a Chinese restaurant/club on the corner of Hollywood and Vine where the party is being held.  As I approach, I notice the red carpet is already rolled out and no less than 4 big bouncers dressed in black are all guarding the door.  So as I approach I don’t even bother looking at them.  I just walk in like I’m supposed to be there and they don’t try to stop me.  This goes back to Rick H.’s little maxim “If you do anything with enough authority, people will follow your lead.”

So I’m inside by 9 pm.  I told Swinggcat to meet me there at 9:30, therefore I knew I had about a good hour to kill before he showed up (Yes, I wrote that correctly).  I make good by getting a booth and ordering some food since I didn’t have time to get dinner.  While I wait, I get a sense of the place.  They’re playing a lot of hip-hop music, mostly Outkast, but a few golden oldies as well.  Everyone is dressed very hip, so I feel good that I’m fitting in with my new SQwear shirt and GAP jeans as opposed to looking like a complete moe.  I notice a few other guys in the joint who were crashing the party like I was, and we all nodded to each other in the silent acknowledgement that we all shared in the cheap hope of scoring some model pussy.

So time goes by and the place starts getting crowded.  The Forbidden City is divided up into 4 parts:  The restaurant/bar area (which is where I was), the dance floor (which had its own bar, stage for the DJ, and a few booths), a large outdoor patio (with bar and VIP seating), and an upstairs (strictly for VIPs, so I didn’t see what it was like).  Swinggcat finally shows up and almost had trouble getting in.  He brazenly told the bouncers that he was here meeting me for dinner (basically acting like I was someone important).  The bouncers ended up letting him right in.

We meet up and Swingg gets a few drinks while I finish my dinner.  More and more hotties begin to arrive, and we start discussing tactics.  My game at this point is still pretty rusty, as I’ve been having trouble approaching lately.  Swingg has a few new theories on pick-up he’s developing and wants to test them out, but he agrees to help bootcamp me back into approach mode.

So I go to use the bathroom and try to psych myself up for approaching women.  It’s a little hard to do because the men’s bathroom has a TRANSPARENT WALL which is joined to the women’s bathroom, so all these girls are staring at me as I’m waiting to go into a urinal, which is a little unnerving, but by the same token I realize I can see what they’re doing too, so I reframe it as I’m spying on them as opposed to the opposite.  Either way, I still feel like a creep.  =)

The first step after the rather public bathroom experience is to move to the outdoor patio, since it is the quietest place to approach.  It’s always nice when you can actually HEAR other people talk, so you want to try and frequent the places in a bar or club where this is possible.  It’s usually outdoors or in some corner away from the speakers.  Anyway, Swinggcat tries to push me into some sets, but I’m not ready.  I ask him to break-off and let me go solo for a bit to try and get comfortable with the scene, and he agrees.

Side note:  When you’re out with friends or even wingmen who know how to do this “pick-up” stuff, it is often best to split up.  Groups of men are intimidating to women, even if it is only two, and it is actually easier for just one person to approach a girl or a group of girls rather than with a buddy.  Not only that, but two men constantly hanging out together can give off the vibe that you’re out on the prowl, a duo of losers, or just scared.  When you split up, you are actually able to cover more ground and give off a more confident vibe.  The solo seducer has a much more powerful position when it comes to approaching sets.  You also eject yourself out of your comfort zone when you split up.  If you are with a wing, it is best to wait until one has opened the set before introducing him.

So the patio is filled with people.  There are some incredibly hot models before a placard mounted on a wall getting their pictures taken by a group of photographers.  Beautiful women in high fashion dresses, Movie Studio Executives, publishers, television execs, journalists, actors, agents, managers, publicists, and party girls round out the scene.  It’s a fairly intimidating atmosphere, but I’m gradually getting used to it.  My first set is actually two guys.  I approach them and start talking about all the hot chicks around here (a good way to let guys know you aren’t gay, and also a universal tactic to connect with any heterosexual man).  Swinggcat comes up and bums a cigarette from one of the guys (who’s an out of work actor, go figure) and starts giving them advice on women.  These two moes are pretty amazed by some of what he’s telling them, but they eat it up none the less.  I get bored with the conversation and go off, approaching a few other guys and striking up conversations.

Some may think it’s weird to talk to men when you’re going out to pick up women, but it’s actually a very good way of getting warmed up.  Part of picking up women is being social, being fun, having something to say, etc.  Simply talking to lots of other people will help get you in the mindset of being social and outgoing.  Talking to other guys is good because there’s no sexual tension, it’s just good conversation and it helps you to loosen up.  Not only that, you can meet some really cool guys and befriend them.  I did this last time I was in Vegas where it turns out the guy I was talking to owned the Spearment Rhino strip club there.  I didn’t know this until the end of our conversation where he told me and gave me his card, saying “When you come back to town, give me a call.  I’ll hook you up at my club.”  So you never know what’s going to happen when you talk to the guys.  =)

After about three or four sets of talking to men, I’m ready to get in with the ladies.  My first set is with two rather pretty blondes.  I open them with:

“You guys look like you’re having an interesting conversation.  What are you talking about?”

I get a pretty cold reception, and one asks me if I know anything about women’s fitness.  I read this as a test, not only because it was directed at me as a fairly out of shape man, but because of the tone of the girl’s voice.  I surprised them by reframing the situation with:  “I don’t suppose either of you know about the concept of adaptation.”  Both women looked a bit surprised and asked me what that was.  I went on to explain the concept in terms of fitness (thanks to Roadking and his article on Fashion For Fat Guys for this one).  After my explanation, the girls opened up, and it turns out one of them was the main editor for a men’s fitness magazine.  The set lasted for a good 20 minutes until a friend of theirs came by and dragged them away, but I was getting a good response from both women (even a couple Indicators Of Interest).

When women try testing you like these did, what they are doing is setting the frame where you have to prove yourself to them to make you worth their attention.  So even if you PASS the test, you’re still in a position where they are judging you.  If you can reframe the situation so they have to qualify to you, it puts you in a much better position because you’re undermining their frame as the ones who have to approve of you.  In this situation, I reframed by not answering their question, rather, I tested their knowledge of a similar subject and then demonstrated value by talking about it.  This instantly opened them up after a rather cool reception.

Swinggcat sees me do the set and asks if I’m up for another.  I’m beginning to feel the groove, so I say “YES!”  We start approaching all sorts of women, and I’m having shitloads of fun.  I begin to remember how fun pick-up can be and my old skills start shaking the rust off.  We notice that the girls we’re approaching are rather difficult because the nature of the party is such that the women have extremely high value.  They are all beautiful and they know it!  This is a crowd Mystery would have excelled in with his magic tricks and peacocking.  If Mystery had joined me, I have no doubt that he would have pulled at LEAST three HB11s that night, but alas, he’d rather spend the night with Style (the most powerful of the Jedi).  See what you miss out on when you shuck tha thunder Mystery!!!! =)

So it was at this point that the naked women arrived.  Well, not COMPLETELY naked.  There were about 12 Stuff models who suddenly came out in nothing but body paint.  From a distance it looked like they were wearing lingerie, but up close it was obvious they were quite naked.  All of them were incredibly skinny women with massive fake boobies.  The only thing I could compare it to was two oranges taped to a tooth pick.  Anyway, this got a lot of attention from the men, and in a way shifted the dynamic of the party because a lot of the other women were intimidated because of it.  In the long run this played into our favor because we could use it as a way to make the women we talked to insecure and play them off the massively social proofed models.  I ended up having to distance myself from the body paint chicks because I just couldn’t focus around them, they were so hot.  When one was in proximity, I had a hard time saying much other than “Me… like… girl!  She give me… BONAR!”

I ended up approaching a shitload of women that night, so I won’t go into every single interaction I had, but I will touch on the ones worth talking about.

The first was a six set – two guys and four girls.  All of them Latino.  We approached because Swinggcat thought he recognized one of the guys, and it turns out they both went to the same high school briefly.  The guy ends up being a porno director who specializes in lesbian latino porn.  He introduces me to the four women he’s with (all incredibly sexy and slutty latinas) and they instantly begin kinoing me.  At this point I fall back on Mystery’s “stripper rules” and begin to ignore them while undermining their advances.  This only makes them try harder.  Swinggcat starts fuckin’ with the guys and before long he has them offering to let us direct a few of their movies.  We get the guy’s card and are probably going to keep in touch for no other reason than the dude can hook us up with some incredibly hot latina sluts (a vice of both Swinggcat and I).

The second great interaction is with a two-set of hair stylists.  These girls weren’t the hottest around, but they were decent enough.  I open the set and Swinggcat comes in after I get the girls going.  He takes the blonde, and I take the bisexual one (telegraphed by her massive amount of tattoos).  I’m doing good enough, but my bisexual hairdresser eventually leaves to hit on another girl.  At this point I take the opportunity to observe Swingg in action.  I whip out my new Clie and start video taping him sarging this blonde.  He’s doing quite a lot of masterful stuff with her (if any of you have read his book, you’ll know what I’m talking about).  The girl gets really into him, but then tries a takeaway by saying she wants to get a drink.  Swinggcat takes his opportunity so say “okay” and then turns away from her.  She hesitates before going, looking back to see if Swingg’s following, but he fucks with her by ignoring her and talking to me instead. We laugh about how easy it is to fuck with girls.  I think he re-established contact with her later in the night and took it further, but I can’t remember.

The next set was a two-set of HB11s sitting by themselves.  One of them was wearing a rather loud orange jacket (we’re talking “caution cone” orange here) that looked like it was a hold over from the 80’s.  I approached asking her where she got it.

HB11:  “Forever 21.”
Thundercat:  “I don’t know where that is.”
HB11:  “It’s in the mall.”
Thundercat:  “Let me guess… the valley, right?”
HB11:  (looking quite ashamed) “Yes.”

For those of you not in LA, the valley refers to the “San Fernando Valley,” which I guess is Hollywood’s equivalent of a double-wide trailer park.  It’s actually not a bad place, but it’s looked down upon because it’s not considered “hip,” simply “normal.”  Girls from the valley (Valley Girls!) are typically thought to be sluts as well, so this was a subtle neg on my part.

I start gaming these girls pretty well, doing a lot of cocky/funny.  Swingg comes in and backs me up.  At some point, one of the girls goes to get a drink and I take the opportunity to sit next to the one with the orange jacket.  She seems to be enjoying our conversation, but her friend signals to her to join her at the bar, so she leaves.  Upon reflection, either Swingg or I should have gone with the friend to the bar when she first left to run interference while the other one was in isolation.  This might have worked pretty well.

So we were now sitting where our targets had been previously, when one of the Stuff Models comes up and actually opens us.  She sits next to me and I neg her about her black fedora hat by asking if she got it when the Michael Jackson’s ranch got raided.  She laughs and Swingg and I work on her for a bit.  She’s quite bisexual and one of the bigger stimulus junkies I’d seen at the party (looking for the next “shiny” thing, as Tyler would put it).

So the set’s going good until she sees her girlfriend walking towards her.  At this point she turns to me and says “Do you mind if I do a line?”

I was a bit caught off guard by this, but I shrugged it off and said it doesn’t bother me.  Her friend promptly walks up, straddles her, and whips out the cocaine.  The two of them start snorting that shit like it’s going out of style, and me and Swingg just smile at each other.  In less than two minutes, this beautiful model had degenerated into a coke whore.  God, I love Hollywood…

One thing a lot of guys don’t realize, and a fact that some PUA’s refuse to accept, is that drugs are a big part of the party scene, and are a factor in scoring with many of the more beautiful women – particularly if they are party girls.  I felt that since this girl was getting high, sarging her would be easier and she’d be a good prospect to pull.  I was right, but eventually got cock-blocked by a few other coke whores/models who wanted to make out with her.  I don’t know about you guys, but I’m not at a level where I can compete with an oversexed HB11 with drugs.  After this experience I was more aware that many girls at the party had rather dilated pupils.

Next up was a pretty sexy brunette.  I approached her in a two set with a bit of an older guy by commenting on her belly button tattoo which was peeking out from her shirt.  She laughed and said something about it being a signal light for the “landing strip.”  I laughed at this, but the older guy got a bit uncomfortable and took his leave.  Suddenly the girl got really insecure.  Turns out that guy was her boss (He was a music agent, and she’s a wannabe agent).  She joked that she’d probably be fired because of that comment.  “Either that, or you’re getting a promotion,” I replied.  She laughed and I went into set.  Obviously she was quite bisexual, so I asked if she had other tattoos.  She said she had six, at which point I accused her of being an attention whore.  She started qualifying herself, then I told her to stop being so insecure.  She then began qualifying the fact that she wasn’t insecure.  This went on and on – me making fun of her insecurities, her qualifying herself (Push-Pull, for you not in the know.  Buy Real World Seduction and learn it!).  Swingg eventually comes by and watches as I start calling her shallow.  At this point she’s so fucking insecure that she’s really trying to get me to validate her.  Instead I just turn my back.  She stands there for a minute, looking at me as I ignore her, and then leaves crest-fallen.  Swinggcat’s laughing at my incredible abuse of social niceties, and tells me how evil I am that I left that poor girl hanging instead of validating her.  I tell him I’ve been studying Style (the most powerful of the Jedi) a bit too much.  =)

I was hoping to run into the girl a little later and validate her then, because she was definitely telegraphing some interest, but she seemed to disappear after that.  Maybe I blew her self-esteem out so badly she left the party, but I honestly don’t know.

The last really interesting interaction of the night happened with some of the naked body-paint models.  I had run into K-ROQ DJ Striker at the party.  I seem to run into him a lot, the last time being at Drais after-hours club out in Las Vegas.  I walked up to him and talked for a bit.  He’s pretty good at using his quazi-celebrity status to pull girls.  The body-paint chicks had the highest value of any girl at the party because men were falling all over them.  Striker was able to use his celebrity to pull one of them, who was quite into it (you go, boy!).

At this point, one of the topless chicks comes up to me and tries starting a conversation.  She asks what I do, which is a sure sign she’s fishing to see if I’m someone worth talking to.  I give Swinggcat an evil grin and turn back to the girl, blatantly staring at her breasts.  I point at her tits and say:

“You have an incredible pair of… personalities.”

The girl’s eyes grow wide, and she gets all offended and leaves.  I laugh at her as she goes.  I think it’s funny how this girl is literally one step above a stripper, getting paid to walk around all night with nothing on, and then she gets offended when someone calls attention to the fact her breasts are exposed.  Every other guy in the party is trying to ignore her nakedness and look her in the eyes, and she tries to pretend like she’s a legitimate model because of it.  The reason she got offended is because I reminded her that she is, in fact, pretty much taking her clothes off for money, and this strikes that chord of guilt and self-loathing deep down that causes her to take offence, because she so desperately doesn’t want it to be true — but she can’t ignore the facts.  I might not have been so harsh, if it wasn’t for the fact that she was a gold digging slut.  If there was any doubt, the next guy she talked to was a Studio Exec from FOX about her acting career.  My bet is she’ll never get past “Girls Gone Wild,” but what do I care?

The night winds down, and Swinggcat’s driving me to my car around 3:15 am.  The night had been a lot of fun.  I’d met some great people, tried out some new material, and felt like I was back in the game.  As we’re driving, I’m looking out the window at all the late-night stragglers.  I make a comment to Swingg about the girls I see on the street, all dressed up in their hippest, trendiest, sluttiest clothing.

“What is it about sluts that’s so attractive?” I ask.

Swinggcat smiles, looks at me with a gleam in his eye, and says…

“It’s called honesty, dude.”

Truer words were never spoken.

Thundercat

Office Mini-Sarge

February 4, 2004 by  
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**Reposted from the first Lair, original date: 1/14/04

I hesitate to even call this a sarge, because I really didn’t do anything, but I thought it was interesting enough to mention anyway.  I make it a practice not to shit where I eat, so I tend not to pick-up or seduce anybody at work or places I like to frequent, such as restaurants and the like, but yesterday I inadvertantly broke that rule just a little bit.

A new employee has been hired at the company I work for, and she’s been assigned to my section.  Basically, this means we work in the same department, but the department is so big my interaction with her will be quite limited.  Never the less, new employees are always taken around by their supervisor and lead on a tour of all the department’s sections, introduced to all the people in that section, etc.  Now, this employee is quite a cute girl.  She’s young, around my age, with a nice smile and a really tight ass.  All the old men I work with were practically salivating over her when she came in.

So my supervisor meets her and takes her around the office, introducing her to all the old farts who are being more than nice to her, asking her questions about herself, complimenting her, etc.  Then, she gets to me in my little corner cubicle.  I’m there sitting at my computer looking at internet porn, so I quickly make use of my Safari Browser’s tabs and switch to Yahoo, then open a word document so it looks like I’m doing work.  My supervisor brings her to my desk and as he’s introducing me, I don’t even look at her.  I actually wait until the introduction is finished before I look away from my ”work” and nod in her direction.

She says it’s nice to meet me (total auto-pilot ”meeting people” trance state) and I don’t say a word to her.  I just stare at her in silence with my best look of disinterest.  Everyone — my supervisor and fellow employees — are just looking at me waiting for me to be nice to the cute new girl.  Soon, the silence becomes too uncomfortable, and a funny thing starts to happen.

My coworkers begin to qualify me.

It was a weird domino effect.  First, my supervisor starts to mention a few of my accomplishments to her.  Then my coworkers start elaborating on that and talk about how great and talented I am.  The entire time I’m just sitting there looking at her with bored disinterest, and she looks like a deer caught in headlights as everyone around her sings my praises.  When they’re done I smile, nod, and go back to ”work.”

After she leaves, instantly all the old men begin hemming and hawing about how hot she is and how great of an ass she has.  Then they turn to me and are like ”What’s wrong with you?  Didn’t you think she was hot?”  To which I replied ”Oh yeah.  She’s just not my type.”  hehehe.

Anyway, the whole situation was funny.  Just by acting cold and withdrawn (or ”aloof” to put it nicely) and playing against the social expectations, I forced those around me to accomplish intro me and qualify me to this cute girl they were all drooling over.  I’m willing to bet that the next time I see this girl, she’s going to remember me and no one else in my department.  =)

Thundercat

Friday Night Mini-Field Report

February 4, 2004 by  
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**Reposted from the first Lair, original date: 1/10/04

Friday night was fun.  I hung out with Roadking the entire night.  We got some dinner at a great steakhouse in the Grove, which is an outdoor mall here in LA.  Then we went and met up with Dr. Alex at this bar called the Well (Dr. Alex is formerly known as Poet Dude.  He writes articles that can be read on Cliff’s List from time to time).  It was at this point I got to reflect on how into my comfort zone I am, which is why I wasn’t approaching much.  I need to re-read my bootcamp post and start following my own advice so I can get back into the game.

After the Well, Roadking and I went back to his place.  He had a Stripper friend of his sleeping on his couch, so I ended up playing Grand Theft Auto: Vice City while eating cookies with a cute little blonde stripper on Roadking’s leather couch until two in the morning.  All in all, not a bad way to spend a Friday night.  =)

Thundercat

Damn, I SUCK!!!

February 4, 2004 by  
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**Reposted from the first Lair, original date: 1/9/04

One of the things I hate doing is getting back in the game after a period of inactivity.  With the hollidays and all, its been almost a total of 4 weeks without me sarging.  That sucks.  I went out tonight and found my game to be so rusty I feel like I’m starting all over again.  Blah!

It was a pretty uneventful night.  I’ve forgotten all of my openers and routines, so most of the night was spent sputtering through interactions and blowing myself out of sets.  Frustrating!  I did have fun though.  it was good to get back out into the world, even if it was for a night filled with rejection and failure.  But that’s what it takes to get back on your feet.  As I always like to say:

The field is king.  Respect the field.

I plan on getting out more soon, so there should be some field reports coming your way in the near future.

Thundercat

The Next Ellyn Update

February 4, 2004 by  
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**Reposted from the first Lair, original date: 12/29/03

So I just got off the phone with Ellyn, and have come to the decision that should I actually see this girl again, there is NO WAY IN HELL I’m going to fuck her. Why, may you ask? Because on top of genital warts, there is a good possibility she has herpes. I swear, the girl is a fucking walking culture swabb with enough medical problems to make Elephant Man look healthy. Seems she’s been busy since we were last together and has contracted more medical ecentricities than Dr. Frankenstein. Ew.

The girl is so pathetic, it makes me wonder how bad I must have been when I was, in fact, together with her. I swear, it must have been the bottom of the barrel AFC-dom where I was so hard up, I would get together with a girl as mentally and physically fucked-up as she is.

She called to try one last time to talk me into seeing her, which I have decided not to do after consulting with a few friends of mine. She was trying every trick in the book, from telling me she bought me a Christmas preasent, to pulling the “You’re such a good friend. You’re my only good friend! I don’t like anyone else! You’re the only one who’s ever been there for me!” crap. She even went so far as to try and make me jealous about her still being in love with her ex-fiance, who put her in the hospital twice after beating her. Oh, its so funny, its almost sad. I had forgotten about all the head games this girl used to play after I decided never to contact her again. It’s just so eye opening now that I know exactly what she’s doing.

Basically, she’s afraid that no guy is ever going to want her again, so she’s desperately trying to get me, the one guy in her life that she hasn’t pissed off enough to never talk to her again, to come and see her so she can get her precious validation. I’m so tempted not to give it to her, but considering the Gollum-like state of patheticness she currently exists in, that might be boarderline cruel. Regardless if I see her again, there will be no sex involved at all, period.

Thundercat

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