So Sunday my friend was going to meet an old friend of his from years ago for a drink while she was in town. She’s been sick and away for ages. Friday night he spet a good deal of time defaming me on the phone and pre-framing my career as a dating coach. Since I loves me a challenge, I decided to some along. She’s a nice enough girl and I am trying to turn her into a rave buddy. I need more of those, as I only have 3 right now and that is simply not enough.
So we are supposed to meet her in central, right near the watch shop I want to go to. My friend also need to get a new watch battery, so it’s perfect for both of us. As we are waiting at the bus stop, she calls him and he is there looking at the night bus map like a moron, looking for a tube station that doesn’t even exist. I’m like dude there is one bus from our neighborhood to central. He ignores me and I get on the bus. He just watches it drive off. I get off after one stop. He has to walk to where I am anyways, at the bus station. It’s really interesting to observe someone who can’t think when he is being ordered around by a woman that he’s not even dating. It’s really darkly fascinating. This is when I decided to spend the day just seeing how he actually lives. I learned so much. [More]
So saturday night I went out with an x-student. Really chill guy who I rarely get to spend time with. We hit up my usual joints. I was right on time as always. He got there an hour later. I realized that my paranoia about being on time is a problem. I’m gonna start showing up to things intentionally late. To break through that barrier. I haven’t quite decided how I’m going to do it yet, but even showing up for class 5 minutes late freaked me out. [More]
I should have written this yesterday. Waiting a single day means that all the craziness of last night is now coloring my memories of Friday. Basically, I’ve come to the realization that I’ve hit the next level in game. My shit is just getting so tight. I do think it’s derivative of my growing sense of inner game. On to the tale…
I went to my new local spot for a 1on1 with a new student. Now I didn’t know anything about this dude, so I didn’t know what to expect. He was really advanced compared to most of my students and had really good inner game. His main issue was moving things past the middle phase. But I digress. We worked only a few sets all night. But stayed in them a really long time progressing. I was on fire. I didn’t need to micromanage my student but could instead just give him small guidance moves. He is gonna be good really soon. I can tell. It’s just a matter of time on the field. So I open a demo set of two Italian girls. Before I know it he is working the friend. I didn’t even notice. Really tight winging. [More]
I’ve become pretty disillusioned with lay reports lately. I think after a certain point every guy in this scene does, or at least he should. When you’re a beginner you write them to see analyze what went RIGHT for once. When you’re intermediate you start writing them to see where you could improve. At some point all the lay reports on my local forum have become about boasting. I think this is super unhealthy. I don’t sleep with a girl to impress strangers on the internet or to brag. It’s about me and her sharing a special beautiful experience. I started writing this blog with the thought that I would be the only one to ever read it. That changed when I noticed I was getting hits that weren’t me here.
Either way here is my newest adventure. I write it here and post it on no public forums. It is about keeping a record of my journey and rememebering what I have learned along the path. I do not write this seeking accolades or condemnation. And I won’t post any pictures because I respect the girls privacy. (actually yet again my efforts at sex pics were rebuffed!!!) [More]
Before I get to my massive post about my sexings last night, I wanna talk about this book. I just finished reading it. Took me 2ish week I think. At some points I just had to stop as the book is so dark. Makes Fight Club seem like a really nice hug. The premise of the book is actually really good and I have started to incorporate it into my life. A lot of it is about having a responsiblity filter. For example, you let an outside force make your desicions for you. You somehow feel more free doing what you really wanted to do, just because you don’t take full responsibility for the action. This guy rolls a die (or two dice) to make every decision in his life. Now he takes it to extremes by putting in options ranging from leaving his wife to murder to suicide etc. If done in a healthy context I think dice games can be very powerful.
I have experimented with the dice a little bit this month, by playing with Freedom. We let it choose which girl I should escalate on a night out once. Nothing major, but it picked the girl I wouldn’t have. I followed the path with no regrets so far! It’s really exciting and dangerous and amazing. I may do two dice weeks later this year after I finish my MA.
The one thing I have done is expand my concept of the appropriate. Yesterday on the train to see my new lover I wanted to change into my cuter outfit. But I was on a crowded bus and I was really uncomfortable. I made a lot of excuses and then I realized that I need to do more things that terrify me. That is my theme for this year. So I stood up and in a crowded train took off one shirt and put on another. For some people this is nothig, but really it’s socially unconventional at the least. I felt electric afterwards.
Also, even getting on a train to see a girl I’ve never been on a date with is WAYyyyyy outside my normal comfort zone. So a part of me was terrified. I keep having a fear of going on trips and the people I’m meeting simply not being there. I realize that it’s unlikely, but I need to keep going on trips like this til i defeat this fear. dice
So I hit up the clinic yesterday, as I try to do between sexual partners. I have been a little off my game and I found out that I haven’t been since Sept! Whoops. I was sitting there in room full of the most depressed looking people. I realized that most guys are dicks. They wait until their dicks are almost falling off before going to the clinic. I know a few guys in my life who have acted like this. They just pray it will clear up on its own and never see the doctor. I love my dick and as soon as I have an inkling of a problem I’m in the doctor’s office. I was the only one smiling and having a good time, while all these guys looked so sad and angry. I mean of course there is that fear of terrible news. But the point is I feel like I’m the only guy that tries to go in between partners. And after my random Torture Garden bang, I want to be sure my gear is all clean. Especially, since I went down to Brighton yesterday for a shag session. Don’t worry that’s my next post.
I did have a problem though. My arm wouldn’t bleed fast enough. So after a while the guy gave up and blood went everywhere down my arm. It is really weird to bleed like that. He went and checked and the other nurse said it wasn’t enough blood. So they tapped a vein in my other arm. Dude blood is so dark red. Seeing your own is really weird. I told the blood guy that a second needle was really gonna affect our friendship. I can’t decide if that or the scrape is worse. Either way it’s all over now and I got a clean bill of health. Boom!
I am on a precipice today. In the last day enough things have happened that I have determined to write at least 5 posts detailing them all for posterity. If I can remember all of my ideas. I have information overload. So the main thought in my mind right now is the new coding on the right of the blog. As you can see I have a Twitter box again after the last one disappeared for unknown reasons ages ago. Widgets seem to hate me. Also, I finally got the subscription background color sorted so you can read the options. I am still working on Twitter. I haven’t used it since August, but I’m going to get back on top of it. I like texting in updates all the time. Anyways, it’s showing someone else’s updates right now, but hopefully it will eventually turn back to mine!
Wait the Twitter feed just started working! Sweet.
In high school I dabbled a lot with internet dating. Things were different back then. It was really the wild west. Long before girls had pictures online. I used to have to ask asl. Age. Sex. Location. Somehow all the girls on aol back then were blond cheerleaders…until I met them. I ran into a lot of whales back in the day. Girls love to use the internet to mislead. It’s ever so boring. Based on tonight, very little has changed.
I met this girl through a facebook dating thing FreedomOfSpeech recomended. I had two dates off of it lined up for tonight, back to back. The first one flaked and is trying to reschedule for next week, but the second one confirmed. She looked like she might be averagish from her picture and she is czech so I decided to check it out. I met her up tonight and I was dressed in a super cute outfit. I was standing waiting for her at the tube station and a girl walked by and winked at me and even gave me the gun. She was only ok looking, but I thought it was my date and she walked off.
That was the highlight of my night. [More]
This is the first year I’ve ever written down specific goals for the year, let alone published them online. So far I am really tearing through them. I am pretty excited. I just went crazy and bought festival tickets for this summer. I now have tickets to 3 festivals and I am waiting for a couple more to go on sale. Right now I am planning on going to them all alone, but I will see where the wind takes me. I will try to go in the way that scares me the most. Maybe I will find other people to go with on some clubber websites. Either way I’m excited. Also I am seeing another top 10 Dj on Friday. I am 90% sure I will manage to see all the djs on my list. yay
I went out with a student for a 1on1 Sunday night. My body was in brutal condition. But I made the old college try. I only ran 3 sets during the night, as it was at my new local teaching venue. It went really well over all. We stayed in our sets for ages and just kept bouncing between them. Sometimes I can really see the matrix with a student and compare him with where I used to be. This guy is gonna be really good really soon. He just doesn’t get enough time in field. Too much work etc. Anyways, we did successfully bounce two stunning German girls to the next bar. We just kept meeting beautiful girl with serious boyfriends. I’m really not into relationship destroying etc. I mean if a girl just says it in passing I ignore it, but both girls I talked to about it Sunday mentioned being in love etc. I was like so be it. New friends and allies. I’m always up for increasing my social circle with beautiful local girls.
When I tried to get the German girl’s number is when she dropped the bf bomb. She expressed attraction to me so she felt it wouldn’t be ok. So I gave her my card and said let’s be friends. We chilled the rest of the night until I was too tired and went home. I was having fun but my body was still broken from 2 nights with FreedomOfSpeech.
The point is that I was able to really attract a beautiful girl. Of course I already knew that. But she was the best looking German girl I ever seen. Also the more I game the more I learn that Soul has always been right. Going direct at the right moments is so powerful. I isolated a stunning persian girl at the bar from her brother and we chatted. I just told her she was probably the prettiest girl I ever seen in my life. And I could see her eyes dilate. Unfortunately, the next morning her bf was taking her to Paris. Probably to propose.
Either way I’m still managing to learn and grow. As my inner game grows I say more of what I SHOULD be saying.
PS my student did take pics of me with the german girl but then deleted them….sigh…
