June Vegas Weekend

Went to Vegas this past weekend. Since I was recently liberated from my constant work schedule, I joined my friends in heading out early in the morning. Got to Vegas the earliest I've ever been.

Once I arrived, I was, as we all get, a bit excited from seeing the flashing lights and uplifting noises from the slots. From there, I got started with a bit of gambling. I was up in the initial few minutes, then something happened.

These two girls sat at our table and asked for ten dollars. She said, "spot me two of those red chips?"
I replied, "I'll give you change."
"Please?"
I just gave it to her.

When she won, she didn't repay me.

What was I thinking. I felt that I made a mistake. One that I don't want to make that mistake again, so what did I learn.

First, cute girls still get to me. They make me weak.

Second, I didn't evaluate what was going on. They were just asking for money, no promise of anything else. Nothing in what was said by her can be interpreted as her showing interest. If anything, it was a shit test/manhood test.

Giving her money would show generosity initially on the surface level. On a secondary level, it was giving money to someone that would be gambling - hey stranger, give me some money to bet.

Obviously she wanted to play.

What I learned is that I failed a situational test.

I need to observe where I'm at and what is happening. She was at the table and wanted the excitement of gambling. I should have tried turning it to my advantage. Since she characterized me as a stranger, I should have made her earn my money. It wasn't a donation, but a payment.

I would have told here that she doesn't look too good at blackjack. Come sit her next to me. She can watch how the game is played. And play out the rest of the interaction by judging where the conversation is heading.

Only time to give cute strangers money is when they've earned it.

Strangers need to earn my money since I'm not a wealthy person yet.

Changes

Changes, we all know what that means, but at the same time it is entirely vague.



For me, changes are very real. Just recently I've had a major change. I was laid off from work.



Let me summarize it briefly.



I had been done from school for sometime. I moved to find work and volunteered in my free time while searching for work. I had two offers at the time I found work. One I turned down because the circumstances made me quite suspicious. I chose the other because I volunteered as hard as if I was being paid, and frankly i was tired of working for free.



So I take the job. Signed the contract without negotiating.



Next thing, I was on a plane to Miami. It felt great but at the same time scared. I've never been there, I've never travelled this far from home by myself. When I got to the airport, I got a map from the rental and found my hotel. Right after I got my hotel, I got right back in my rental, neon, and when to pick up some reds and drinks. I went to a Rite-Aid, which I chose because franchising does work. I felt right at home when I saw it. Didn't sleep much that night, because I was anxious about the next day.



Got up the next morning, dressed professionally and made my way to the office. I'm good with planning my way around. Parked at work and as I pulled in my new co-trainee arrived.



My new employer had made me aware that I would be training with someone. Just a hunch, but I had a feeling it was her. I looked past two sets of side windows, and noticed the silhouette of a very attractive woman. When I got out of the car, that silhouette was confirmed. She was Ms. Americaesque. Perfect height, about 5'5" and perfect weight. Perfect figure, perfect hair, sandy blond, straight to her collarbones, smooth and silky. Her complexion was perfect. She had skin like the early Italian depiction of Venus. Her smile was bright, nose cute like a young Meg Ryan. Her eyes were a beautiful hazel. My point is that she was enough to shake out all anxiety.



Whenever a great looking girl is around, I enjoy doing better than the next guy.



I'll never forget that girl. But back to work. I got a huge manual with scripts. I was instructed to read the scripts and memorize them. Move to a different city to train at another facility. It was around Christmas time. What a great gift, my first real job experience and I got to travel. I didn't expect that gift to last forever, but at the time I didn't even realize that it was a gift. At this next city, Tampa, I drove a dodge intrepid.



Two weeks there at a hotel in a new city. Tampa during that time of the year was beautiful. I still remember cruising the town admiring the lights on buildings reflecting off of the rivers that dissected road from land. It was amazing.



Hugged the co-trainee, won't forget that, ever. Looked forward, looking forward to talking to her again. Made my way home for Christmas, and flew back out to Cali for the holidays. Got back into town and had a nice new year. For some reason, I can't remember what I did.



Went for some more training in a cali office, sucked there because this new co-worker was so odd. Finally got my own space, where majority of my next two years went.

Learned the business, got paid some money, not enough from my point of view. Made it a routine.

Now back to the present moment, getting laid off broke the routine. I'm liberated from that routine now, but feeling scared like when I got on that plane to Miami the first time. What's out there?

What's out there is the question I'm asking myself throughout the day. But the thing I should change in my life at this time is to rephrase the question to:

How can I make the most of the current situation?

How can I make the most of this current situation?

What can I do with these circumstances?

kimberly

i love women.

i could fall in love in a matter of minutes with some. this weekend, i fell in love with one, "lydia." she was just the perfect height, 5'6". she had the perfect smile, the type of smile that shows off all her teeth. a great body, beautiful and shinny skin that captures all ambient lighting and reflects them from the perfect curves on her body.

we spoke,
we compared our skin by pressing our forearms to each other,
we looked deeply into each other's eyes,
we imagined what it would be like to kiss.
we pressed our lips,
noses to cheeks,
lips to necks,
hands in hair, on necks, backs, hips,
the intimacy removed any clothing.

when i left her in the morning, we did not get one bit of sleep the whole night. i stood over her, and tried my best to capture what she looked like in my mind. i'm leaving and i'll never see her again. she offered me her phone number, but i think i allowed my face to betray her.

she knew i wouldn't call.

i wasn't a Gemini, i wasn't born close to midnight, i didn't want to leave everything behind and start over somewhere far away, i had a great girlfriend in high school, and would very much doubt that i would have asked her to winter formal.

those words i spoke at the beginning betrayed my emotions. i need to tell her how good it is to see her again, how much i have missed her, but those lies.

Curveballs

Events in most of our lives constantly throws us off balance.

One recent event that lead to where I am now is my father losing his job. My parents are having a tough time financially. I have to help them, because if i do not, no one will. I will not stand around to witness them suffer.

This event has really impacted my desire to better my love life. To me, that objective takes a backseat to my family. The impact of the event is felt in my inner game. I had been on a quest to improve myself. It was necessary after many years of procrastination. I like many other men, didn't take the advice to make the most of our youth seriously enough (i.e. youth is wasted on the young). My motivation to improve has taken quite the downturn in the past few weeks. I'll bounce back, but this is just a reminder of the impact of procrastinating.

It is disheartening to know that the world will leave you behind once you are older and unable to keep up with the demands of society. We too can lose our jobs when we're older, when our certain skills become obsolete.

I don't know where this will lead my family, but hopefully we'll find a way out of this. The primary objective now is to find new economic opportunities in all situations that I encounter.

writing to write

i'm not going out this weekend. i have a cold.

that's not really the main reason. i want more me time so that i can rest and workout. i want to improve my health.

i have been smoking since i was 16. i'm now in my early 30's.

in my 14-25 years, i was an avid workoutholic. i was built quite durably. it was a very simple way of getting attention and helped out lots on my inner game/confidence.

it wasn't until i got hooked on a stupid morpg did i stop working out. those 2.5 years spent on it reduced me to being very weak. i hate it.

i use to pride myself on my endurance. i could push out more pushups, run a bit more, and throw a bit further than my friends. now i suck. got full mounted and strangled last time i wrestled. eww, it's going to be on my mind forever.

have to be strong, fast and smart.

some r&r

nothing new to report. past two weeks have been "me" time. it might be my laziness at work, but i'm reading some books that interest me. the most interesting of them, "age of turbulence" by alan greenspan.

he's for sure an alpha male in discrete packaging.

i grew up wanting to be just like him. a rennisance man of sorts. being academic and musically talented. both require work and long hours fueled by passion.

i'm trying to find my passion.

what is it that i would love to do?

the other book i'm reading is the definitive book on body language. it's really good. i like it because it adds a new element to my life. to be conscious of body language. previously, i focused on listening to people and only subconsciously acknowledging body language.

but now, i'm going to try to observe the interaction from the big picture to the small picture.

it starts with observing the environment. what are people here for? what's the temperature? how many people are around? who is around? why is this person here? what are they wearing? how are they standing? where are their feets posistioned? what are their arms doing? what are their hands doing? what does their expression say? what do their eyes show?

is it all congruent to their words? are they vibing well? is it IOI? is it IOD? are they qualifing? are they hooked? am i bringing out emotions? am i on an energy level the same or slightly higher than them. am i speaking loud enough, slow, or clear enough? is my micro calibration on or off?

to simplify the above two paragraphs, am I trying to develope a higher level of interaction. I have to train my mind to make all those calculations and others that may appear.

I was hanging out with a natural for the last two weekends, and it seems that they out of habit observe most of the questions out of habit.

i am socially awkward, so i have to develop them.

dance floor

statement: i'm not an agile person.

friday night, local club, on the dance floor with two girls. dark room with slow flashing light. other dancing bodies around us to create a private dance floor. the other people create rhythmic walls encompassing my private dance space. it was fun. like being in my old party state once again.

it has been years since i have had fun on the dance floor. two girls one guy. made it work just like any other activity. engaged one, encourage her to integrate the other, move on to the other but with a little more intimacy/sexiness. more direct eye contact, eye body, more suggestive body movements, and bring the other girl back in to the mix. push and pull once again, rinse repeat.

get the girls to have fun with you, to want to take turns being close to you.

then, take a step back, set the moves on autopilot.

i took a good look as i turned in a circle. sure as heck, other girls who made up the wall to my dance floor became shy spectators. i had a great time.

Past Weekend

this weekend was incredibly tiring. friday night, stayed out until 4. saturday night out til 4. superbowl party, numerous shots and mixed drinks.

so here i am, monday morning hungover from too much partying. friday night, had dinner with friends and took a break from gaming, because i felt the previous thursday night's experience called for a break. what happened thurs, was AA got all over me. so for friday, i wanted to reconnect with friends and just drink a shitload and relax.

saturday was fantastic. I had the energy and the motivation to go game again, i hooked my first 8.5-9 hb on the field. i loved how she would eye me as i moved through the room. it started with me winning over her obstacle friend (7.5-8) within two minutes of talking to her. opener neg, one dhv, and neg again. that's all the work i had to do on the obstacle, then i point to my target and say, "are you just going to stand there and let your buddy behave like that?" she qualifies herself, i SOI her, she tells me her name and asks for mine. i tell her a story about a friend that involved love, breakups, and finding love again and again and again. she's got that look and is puddy in my hand. the fun!

i need a break from the insanity of the night game. what makes night game so appealling is that the women are use to men approaching and i don't feel awkward about running my game on them. they're kinda buzzed from the booze as is, and in a social state. is it obvious that i'm about to talk about transitioning to day game?

i'm going to run day game when my nervous tendencies will be spotted by women who haven't had a thing to drink. they are going to be able to tell that i'm nervous from a mile away, but i don't care. it's going to help me become a more social being no matter what the time of day is and overcome the aa i still get.

body language, facial expression, and vocal presentation is going to be key. i already have a shitload of material, and making things up on the fly isn't going to be a problem.

Approach Anxiety Attack; AAA

Fuck me! I went AFC to a massive degree last night.

Two buddies and I decided to head out for some sushi last night in Costa Mesa. A very good place, with very fresh fish on Wednesday night. I went with the intention of picking up a waitress.

It was dark out, and I drove at a fast pace up the 405 weaving through traffic. The strength in my foot pushed the peddal, but the excitement in my mind pushed the speed limit. As I arrived, I cooly walked to the door of the restaurant. Two set walks by me, another two set walk by me, and another, I did nothing. Fuck.

As we're being seated I noticed only three waitresses. None were of high caliber but we got the best of the worst. She's my target by default. I C&F'd her the whole time. Dinner came and it went down the hatch. Shit, I know what I should do.

Then came the massive attack of the AFC. I'm AFC my mind tells me. Lots and lots of internal noise, and more internal noise, until I give in to it. I leave without meeting my objective. Mission failed.

It's difficult internalizing what I learned a few weeks ago. Giving in is easy. It was the easy way out, and I didn't learn a thing.

I need to learn from the field training.

Failed Sarge

At a club Saturday night. Had three drinks. Went to the bar by the dance floor. Was chatting with my wing. Saw two girls dancing, approached.

Went up and said, "Hi!"

They politely responded.

The obstacle checked me out and walked away. That's where the game was shot to hell.

I should have won her over first. It would've made the whole pickup easier.

The problem is that her disappearance made her friend wonder where she was and distracted her giving her some sort of time constraint.

The solution is simple. Have to engage the group. Acknowledge the target and move to engage the obstacles at their energy level. A very good way to do so would be to open arms at waist level to encompass the entire group when talking so that even in the loud environment, there is nonverbal communication that I was addressing the entire party.

The point of being on the dance floor is to dance. That interaction should mainly be to dance, demonstrate higher value, being able to keep rhythm and energy, and to build sexual tension. A good physique is required. You have to be in good shape.

best part of the week, the magnificent weekend

friday night, cool air and clean from the recent rain. night out in downtown. i love this city. driving into the downtown district, seeing the great big glass and concrete buildings, crowned with light.

from the distance it seemed as if the building were built so close to enclose the warmth.

met a beautiful girl that night. 5'8" slim, beautiful dark eyes and shining smile. she's the type that smiled more often in the night than any other expression. kinda look that gets etched in your mind. a winning smile like a princess.

i love the weekend. i love the free spirited interactions that comes with the weekend.

saturday night was not as great. too much intention on making the night just as great as the past night. too much expectation, too little being aware of the surrounding environment and the what to make of it.

lessons learned:

1) appreciate things for what they are at the moment.
2) don't kino until more than one IOI.
3) acknowledge my ego is based on my integrity.

do i live with guilt?

so i have found many techniques to seduce, i incorporate them in my interactions with women, i get them to have the "puppy eyes," they eat out of my hand, but now what?

now i feel as though i'm an asshole for breaking her heart. she's not the one but she was fun.

i did the right things to set off chemical reactions in them, they're giving off a very "needy" vibe.

since i triggered this chain of events, i'm to blame.

this is my sticking point:

i feel guilty making women sad.

I thought about this ethical dilemma quite a bit the last few hours. There is certainly a conflict of interest in male/female romance. I will not write on that lengthy topic, but it is very real. I need to focus more on quality. The screening process will have to be much more stringent, there is simply not enough time to waste.

pua

for the last two months, i've been studying the pua community. it began in november when i decided to head to barnes and noble for the book, "the game."

i discovered the book after watching my "natural" friend work one night and being frustrated at my attempts at finding romance. how is it that he gets the girls and i don't?

well, it's now two months later, and i'm still single without a date. what's going on?

in my own defense, i got three numbers in which they were all flakes. it's a baby step, but at least i'm at a baby's stumbling rate instead of being dead in the water.

for the last two months, i've read thousands of pages, hundreds of thousands of words related to the field. as you can tell, my storytelling ability has improved. my biggest accomplishment is to turn the fear of approaching/rejection into energy that keeps me vitalized and alert to the social dynamics of interacting with people, not just women, but mixed groups.

so my weekend would consist of getting out of work on friday, and preparing for the night. i would get a quick bite, drink lots of fluids, shower, brush, shave, mold my hair into what i can only imagine as being slick and doing my best to compose an outfit that is fit for nightlife. that was a run-on, but i really enjoy looking good.

the nights out that i had some success with women, each began with me taking the bulls by the horn. i would make weak direct openers with the first women i see (i.e., first time at this place?).

the nights out that i had the least results, each began with thinking i'll wait until i get inside the place.

do you see the pattern? i do. it's all starts with active effort or making excuses.

no more excuses, make it, say anything you want. be aware of your actions, reactions, the small picture, the big picture, calibrate each statement and response.

it's hard being social, you have to stay on your toes. but then, i should always be on my toes. constantly thinking or learning to adapt.

I'm going to be an element.