The Chrissy Chronicles

Themesong of the Day:

Postby Geese Howard » January 17th, 2008, 6:46 pm

This one is one of my favorite chicks so far. She wasn’t the best looking of them, she wasn’t the smartest, she didn’t have everything I wanted (but since Ive been gaming I’m not sure if there’s a chick out there who does) but the sheer size of her tits; and not sloppy weird tits but for their size 36 FF they were amazingly proportioned and shaped – they even had that split down the middle; and the eventual fun I would have with them several times was fantastic, putting her up there in the top 5 for sure.

Ok so I remember one night I went to my brothers house and we were chilling and I was tired, ready to just call it a night and go to bed. My brother as like, “Let’s go out for one.” (we used to make jokes about Robbie B. who was one of the natural kids I knew back after highschool who would always say, “Let’s go to the bar for ‘one'”which never amounted to just 1 or anywhere near 1.).

So I go to the bar and sit there and drink a beer – man was it good, it’s always that way whenI drink. It’s like you can just feel that sensation of liquid goodness going down your throat and into your belly and soon the tiredness is gone – replaced by this magical creature inside that relly doesn’t care about anything but having fun. I have been drunk in my life and have remembered several times saying to myself, “This is how Im supposed to be.” This is exactly the reason I have learned to control the amount of drinking I do.

So I start playing one of those bar games they have at the counter on the TV looking thingy, the touch screen ones and soon this young beautiful chick comes and sits next to me, but when I say young I give a good look over at her and the table she’s with and I’m thinking Highschool. However she sits there and after a minute she’s playing the game and I remark how she’s just sitting there so I would hit on her. The set opens and I work this “set”, if you wanna call it that, and yet she swears when I voice my suspicions that she’s 22. OK fine so I play and she bites. After a while though even though IMO the set was going extremely well she returns back to her friends, of whom I socially proofed by working the whole set of them, and getting the girls smiling and laughing.

Whatever… So my brother starts talking to this chick who is sitting next to him who is part of a two set. One chick is on the opposite side at the bar and in order to naturally do the right thing I go sit opposite where I was to occupy the obstacle. However the obsticle was pretty cute and I just so happened to notice that once I sat next to her – even though she had a nice shirt on and over shirt that sort of hid them with all sorts of colors and argyle – that she appeared to have huge tits. This is, as I like to say, one of my favorite things about a girls personality.

I open with a canned opener. I cannot recall which one but it didn’t matter. I was drinking. I could have opened talking about $hit or vomit and made it sound fun. I think the conversation flowed and then I mentioned something about her boobs being big and she asked, “How can you tell (she really did have them hidden pretty well)?”

I’m writing this report to talk about the BS that works when you don’t even try that hard. In other words I used a couple different openers as conversational material; OH! and the fact that the younger chick came back and we chatted for a bit and I would take turns ignoring one chick and then the other but my mind was focused on big tits so I think the younger chick eventually left back to her friends, not that it mattered if she really was in highschool as I suspected. Im not a pederass.

Soon the chick kissed me on the cheek – I will call her Chrissy for fun. Chrissy kissed me on the cheek and then went to dance with her friend. That’s a go – I should have made out with her! Not in my opinion. I wont even kiss a chick the first meeting if I don’t think there’s a chance of fucking her. I like to kiss and lead to fucking so I will almost never make out with chicks in a club or bar unless the opportunity presents itself and she comes out to my car to “listen to this cool CD I think she’d like.” And then car fucking is not my gig either; even though one of my memories of fucking in an S-10 I used to have, with this chick with a phenominal body, and sex drive, envisions her left knee being torn open and bloody from fucking me on top in the passenger seat, with her knee rubbing on the seat belt thingy (that the Seatbelt snaps into). Still, not enough room. I like moving and shifting and spinning her around 69 and having her on my face and fucking all over the place and moving the bed (used to move the bed at my exes house from fucking her so hard.)

Anyways we didn’t kiss and eventually I do the mystery thing where we exchange numbers, and I go away later a little drunk. Chrissy was 23 years old to my 33. 10 years younger. Not my youngest when I was 33 – that would be 20. I didn’t score at 18 and Im a little disappointed. I think secretly that’s why I’m getting in great shape, is that I want a 18 year old and if I look old and chubby it’s gonna be that much harder to score one.

So a couple weeks later (for some reason I think I tried her once then didn’t for a week or so.) we met at the local Applebees for a glass of wine. I was telling her on the phone that I wanted to take pictures of her but she eventually ended up being too shy. Oh well.

So we sat up at applebees for one and soon I say, “Hey let’s go to my house and watch a movie.” I don’t even think I was specific but I sort of planted the suggestion on the phone that we would probably head back to my house. So we rode in my car. “I can just drive you back later on.”

Back at my house I sat on the comfy couch and she next to me and turned on the movie. We didn’t even make it through half way before she literally mounted me as the 23 year old big tit aggreser. We did our thing and fucked and those giant beautiful tits would swing into my face and then we would quit.

Thing is, that phone game sucked with her because it was literally hard to hook up. I would call her and she would be busy and not able to hang out – so I came to the conclusion that she was a 23 year old who had her own life (jesus my dog stinks – 1 sec. Have to light incense. “What kind of incense?” you say. Satya Celestial OMG it smells SOOO Good and if I go on a day 2 Before I even go I light one or two quality incense sticks before I go. If you have this celestial stuff or even better, well… just as good anyways look for the indian looking boxes that are pretty generic looking and have Mfrs. ‘Shrinivas Sugandhalaya‘ on the box. Superhit is my favorite)

OK stop getting me sidetracked!!

So she was a 23 year old with a life. I would make it a point to not call her for a few days at a time and then soon enough she was coming over more and more frequently and we started fucking regular.

Something else interesting. I got bored. I do this alot. I got bored with a chick almost perfect for me so I didn’t talk to her for a while and then once day I was bored being bored so I called her and BAM! Business as usual – because one thing I notice with chicks is that if you establish yourself as, my old FB A. used to say, the “Go-to-guy” then chicks put you into a special rules catagory where you can do shit like call them out of the blue and they will still fuck you.

So ya. We went to Cedar Point and then after that I kinda ended it but not really. we still Fucked from time to time. Then she went to Central and then we lost contact. I am still hoping that we can regain contact somehow like myspace or whatever but I would also like to find another big breasted chick like her to fulfill more of my childhood masturbatory fantasies with. We shall see.

Postby Zlibby » January 17th, 2008, 9:15 pm

I know YOU don’t promote ‘brag’ reports, I’m just curiuos what it is with this particular LR that made you post it. In other words, tell these guys what the keys to your LR were. I’m sure I have a pretty good idea what worked, but… clarify if you would. SPECIFICS MF!

Postby Geese Howard » January 17th, 2008, 9:41 pm

I’m writing this report to talk about the BS that works when you don’t even try that hard.

besides that. It’s all in the subtleties, my man. Besides that again. Im really only writing these for me.My point of this is not about bragging so much as it was about talking about the fact that sometimes you can just get laid without alot of hooplah or even by playing good wing.Also a couple key points was that I have found it quite interesting with certain chicks how once you establish yourself as the “Go-to-guy” that you can pretty much ignore them or not even be in touch with them for long spans of time and you can still end up fucking them.

With this chick Im pretty sure it was a month of no talking or contact whatsoever. With another I know I swear I didn’t so much as call her for like 2 months and then sure enough one night I called her and she was over that night Fing like it was nothing. Other girls I was sort of seeing and broke up with will eventually hunt you down for one or two trysts more in between their other conquests of boys. Several of my x girlfriends called on me after breaking up for Encore presentations.

So if you’re looking for value. It might not be in the overall pick up but it might be more in the little things I say.

I really do find that many things that work for me are unexpected or by accident. Sometimes I can’t explain them or don’t plan them so by writing some of these reports I am attempting to bring some of that out. If and when I have something Specific to point out I may try to do just that.

The fucking incense is GOLD information in and of itself.

Postby Ghost » January 19th, 2008, 7:50 am

This report is cool, it sounded to me like something I picture myself doing as I imagined it. Very smooth and natural. That is the way I like to roll. Sometimes you have to be chill and watch for the opportune moments to take action and thats what this report is a prime example of.
Natural:  Someone who has a natural ability to seduce women.  Many times they don’t even know how they do it, they just do – hence the term “Natural”.
Set: Social person or group of people you interact with.
2 Set: A group with 2 people.
Obstacle: Persons or person in the Set who is/are not your “Target”.  They could be obstacles to you successfully seducing your intended target – Hence the term Obstacle.
Open:  Starting a conversation with a set, not just talking speaking to someone, but actually engaging them so that they are at least interested/listening or talking back.
Canned Opener:  Stock Material if you will.  Something you will say again and again to different people to “open” them.
Phone Game:  Ability to followup and interact with a woman over the phone.  There is also Text Game.
LR:  Lay Report
Brag Report:  Writing a report about getting laid without including valuable information about how you accomplished it.  Basically like schoolyard kids talking about kissing girls.
Geese Howard:  My old Pseudonym.

I Had a Good Day – Yesterday

Themesong of the day:

I found out I like to title my stuff after I write.  It makes more sense that way.  This is going to be chalked up as another wasted day in my life, since I stayed up until like 7am.  But I’m not going to go into some long lamenting bitch about it.   I can focus on the bad shit from today.  I am missing an open call or 2 for bartending, and I will accomplish almost nothing; but instead of thinking about all this shit I am missing out on, I will focus on the positive.  Don’t worry, I wrote this first paragraph for my benefit.  What this article will NOT be is some Tony Robbins pep talk.  Go watch him if you want some of that.

I had a good day yesterday.  I ran around with a friend of mine and helped him find an apartment.

I showed him 1 place I saw and he liked it a lot and decided to take it.  We went to Kickstand Espresso Bar later and chatted a little about online dating.  I only really dabbled with it in the past with my Craigslist Experiment.  I wanted to be a little more selective and get a profile up on a couple of major sites.

If you are unaware there are those who post a profile online and hope for the best.  Mostly that’s you and I (assuming you dabble in the online dating scene).  And we hope to find someone who meets our expectations and is a suitable mate.  But then there are the Pros.  Oh yes.  Just like in anything these days there are Pros in the business of online dating.  Here is one of them:


TPK of the Zentropic Research Blog, a blog totally dedicated to the way to WIN at online dating, and not is some lovey dovey be your best self blah blah.  No, what he discusses is the STATISTICAL shit that works.  He goes into detail about how to get so many online hits in your profiles that you will be overwhelmed with dating options, even from what he refers to as “unsolicited” emails, messages and so on.  Unsolicited means that you don’t contact them first.  They contact you based off your profile on your site and it is your job to follow up and respond.

It’s not about spending hours creating a profile and having people reject you based on YOU (because let’s face it, you are probably AWESOME and special, and there are probably very few people just as fucking amazing and awesome out there as you are – but guess what?  That might mean that very few people are going to be pinging you off your profile.), this is more about taking 12 minutes and creating a profile that gets results.  It’s about optimization.

So my buddy and I got to talking about this and I decided to throw my hat in the ring and try to do this.  Don’t you worry, I have expert help and will have my dating profile tweaked in no time.

So there’s 2 things I accomplished yesterday, I helped him and he kind of rough guided me.  I put my profile up and also tried sending out a few emails yesterday to craigslist.  This is not a personalized thing either.  I’m literally trolling craigslist (that’s not where my profile is by the way) and sending responses to ads on there.   It was pretty funny.  I would say, “I don’t know about this chick, it says here…”, and my buddy would cut me off and say, “Don’t read the ads.  You need to disconnect from that when you are sending the ads.  This is all about optimizing your time.  You need to act like a robot and just send the responses.”

That’s the key too.  It sounds kind of distant and jaded, but think about this.  If my goal is to meet someone on line how do I know that ad is even relevant anymore.  I could spend 10 minutes writing a response to someone who may have already found someone and who may not even read my response.

So basically this online thing is all about optimization.

But enough about that – you can click all the links above if you want to learn more.

Later on I came to my blog and realized it was all fuckered up..  The sidebar stuff was bumped to the bottom and it looked like shit.  I was wondering why my hits fell off for a couple of days and this explained things.  So I switched from using the Liquorice theme to the one I am currently using: Piano Black by mono-lab

I like Liquorice but I was having problems with it using quoted and having it fuck up my paragraph spacing after that.  And then that other problem with the sidebar, which incidentally did not fix after switching themes, but I figured it out.  But, of course, during that time and old friend messaged me on facebook and we got to yapping about this and that.  She’s a girl I dated long ago in an ancient era but we have a lot of cool stuff in common so we still talk from time to time.  It’s good to keep in touch with the people from my past.  It makes me feel like a dragon that has lived like 1000 years.  Ya, that actually is something I would like to do, live a 1000 years.

People in the first couple books of the bible did it.  It was cool at one point and then, I can’t remember why, but then God was like, “Ok.  People don’t get to live that long anymore.”

Methuselah: Extra-biblical tradition maintains that he died on the 11th of Cheshvan of the year 1656 (Anno Mundi, after Creation), at the age of 969, seven days before the beginning of the Great Flood.

Noah: Noah died 350 years after the Flood, at the age of 950,[4] the last of the immensely long-lived antediluvian Patriarchs.

Basically there is a crazy part of me that says to me I will live this long.  Seriously.  We’ll see 😉

“God takes care of me.”  This is my belief.  It seems to be true, because I have went to some crazy places and experienced some weird stuff, have been broke for a good portion of it, and have done well for myself.

But what now?  I started writing this crazy blog.  Something that just happend though that I realized is this.  I gave the blog link to a bunch of my real life friends and even a family member or two.  That, I realized, was a bit of a mistake.  I just got it into my mind that there are a few things I would like to write about Completely anonymously on this blog.

I have deep dark secrets, and fetishes that I would love to explore.  Some of these Fetishes are maybe not what Most people would consider normal or even…  Well not normal at all.  Ok “normal” is completely the wrong word.  “Mainstream” “politically correct” “acceptable”…

And it breaks by heart a little because I know me, and I also know that I will most likely have to make a decision about exploring that side of myself.  Do I do it here?  Do I use this blog as I intended as an outlet and just speak my mind completely?  I feel if I do not I will be cheating the fuck out of myself, but at the same time I may risk alienating friends and family alike with at least one or two of these deep dark secrets.

I do have many friends who probably might be cool with some of these things, but then again…

But, I’m sure most of the friends who REALLY know me probably know what I’ll end up doing.  Chances are that will be whatever I want despite what people think or the judgements people make about my actions.  But FUCK I should have kept this completely anonymous because then I wouldn’t have had to deal with any of that.  I could be like a Bruce Wayne / Batman combo and keep my private life mysterious.

Sometimes I make such boneheaded decisions…

But the Fetishes must be explored.  They are begging for it, and to deny these things I am denying my true existence.  This should be an interesting ride…

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Drunken Vibe Destroyer

Themesong of the Day:

So here I go preaching. 2 nights ago, Brick and I went out to go meet up with Tyler D. at Vertigo, a really cool place. I noticed my energy was good right away. Pretty much, when I have good energy it’s easy for me to interact, but I always feel like something’s missing. During the day, it’s not really a big deal, and there are times when I have that “something” but it has not been consistent.

So I look to have a drink to kick up my state. I think there’s a better way for me. Now I know many PUAs who are good, who do Drunk Game and it works GREAT for them. Me and some other guys from the old lair, had talks about this – CJ probably has drunk game, My buddy who was good had drunk game, we believe that Swingcat probably does drunk game. Some guys I know who were naturals relied on Drunk game.

The truth is, In my mind somewhere I THINK it works for me. My mind tells me that it will put me in a good state and then, POW I will become a superman and start slaying ass left and right. The problem is this, and I will use an example from the other night.

Start off opening a 9 server chick at Vertigo; Some Brazilian girl and it went really well. Later I found out that she was friends of some of Tyler’s friends and that she was a Hawaiian Tropics Miss something or other. My belief is that when my energy is good, hot chicks like this like me. When my energy is not so good it can be like a lightswitch goes off and even the same chicks will be like, um no.


My energy was good at Vertigo. I almost decided to slip her my number since the vibe was cool, but chose to chill and not be too eager. I will just have to go back to Vertigo again and see If I can get more in there with her and then maybe make my move. But towards the end of being at Vertigo I decided, “ah, what the hell. I’ll have a drink.”

And for a while I got what I call, super buzz (I actually don’t call it that. I just made it up). What happens is it pumps my state pretty high. I can do anything almost. But what do you think happens shortly after… Unless I follow the path and keep drinking to get shitfaced, my state dumps and I’m shitty soon. Not terrible; we went to Enclave I think it was, and I was flirting with a few different chicks and they were enjoying my company but I escalated on no one. And that night wasn’t really all that bad, it just wasn’t good. Alcohol has it’s own state and it carries you where it will. Some people ride it well when it comes to women.

I most CERTAINLY do ride it well if it is a Day2 and it’s me and her. I own when I drinking then. But at the cold approach it is hindering me it seems because I cannot keep up a good energy. Then here’s the bigger problem.

The next day I drag ass all day. I do nothing. I might not even leave the house because I feel droopy, drowsy and shitty. So like yesterday I slept most of the day.

Great, so I have energy to go out last night right?! If only that were true. The drag-ass feeling seems to slow me down even after sleeping all day. My mind still feels a little foggy and my enthusiasm I felt at the beginning of the night 2 days before is gone.

So I try and get into state and open. We go to a couple places and I have 1 decent set but still, something’s missing… It’s that little bit of mischievous sexual threat I can own when I have nothing clouding my mind. But when my mind is foggy, I just come across as a nice guy – no threat, and I see it and I see that she (whatever girl I’m talking to) sees it and It makes me sick.

So I decide, fuck this mind fog. I will have a drink to clear the mind fog. And after 2 bars and a few drinks I am opening sets left and right at this afterparty – Hot fucking chicks – Model “Fuck you I’m so pretty!” hot. I probably could have taken this 7 home early on if I pressed it, but I wanted to shoot for bigger fish. So I was opening, not really sticking, but it was like basically how if I would have started out the night that way (when it was like 4 or 5 in the morning by the time I got going) then by the end of the night I would have been a monster.

I know these things by experience. But like I said, it was fueled by alcohol a little. I wasn’t drunk by any means. But then what happens. Now today it’s 3pm and I’m still in bed writing this. I feel like shit and don’t want to go out and sarge even though I want to go out and sarge…

Ha funny right?

Now after a day or 2 of not drinking my mind will reset (as long as I eat healthy food) and I will get that vibe back. Then I will start to sarge again naturally. But meantime I have to recover.

Here’s the kicker – I have spent a LOT of time in my life with this fucking dynamic. The reason I decided to write this is to make an active effort to change it. I want to eliminate alcohol from my game for a while completely and see what happens.

Worst comes to worst I wont have these wasted days where I do nothing. I will save money (because I probably blew almost $100 last night) and I will have an abundance of energy so I can do both night and day game…

All you fuckers with your bottle service aren’t making it any easier either 😉

So thats my plan. I already know how I can pump state before I go to the clubs. I think a lot of guys go in to a big, crowded assed bar and are cold when they get there. That’s how alcohol is sold. It is fueled by social anxiety. Everyone there wants to have a good time in a crowd of people, most of whom they do not know. So we drink to build state!

But I can cheat a little by warming up. Basically that means presargeing. Going out and doing some game anywhere I’m at a couple hours before hitting the club. If I’m coffee sargeing or just exploring random places and interacting with people, I can pump my state.

For me, now, it really doesn’t take much to do it either. When my energy is peaked, I don’t really need to do a bunch of warm ups. 1 or 2 interactions and I’m ON. It can be as simple as the other night where I went to Starbucks in Old Town to meet Brick and had the whole Starbucks crew laughing and joking around, then I bounced to a couple chicks in line. Then like a lightning bolt people around me are lighting up.

Example – after the vibe was already created I got my coffee and remarked to no one in particular, “Ow this is hot!” and the lady next to me said, “here you want a cup holder?” and without waiting for a response starts to grab one for me. (She didn’t work there, she was just being nice. People like to do nice stuff for me when I have a good vibe. I get lots of free coffee. I remember a time where I could barely speak at a coffeeshop and would just be weird and stand there. Thinking about that now is so funny. I am totally different than when I started this game.) I answer anyway and say yes and thanks then without skipping a beat say, “Do me a favor while you’re at it and go get some honey and mix it into my coffee for me.”

She looked at me an shot back, “Do I look like I’m that easy?”

“I don’t know if you want me to answer that..” with a grin on my face.

And then the guy next to me who was seemingly minding his own business starts cracking up laughing and she kind of blushes but starts bantering back as she walks away, but it was fun. I bet If I would have walked out with her I may have been able to transition into a good set – the naughty vibe was already there.

And that’s what happens when I’m in state. People around me will get affected. I have had several encounters where random guys will give me a thumbs up, or if I’m with other people they will tell me that other people around were totally listening in to my interaction and laughing or smiling. I will see it myself and remark on it. Some times after a set random people will remark on my set and give me props.

It’s like an energy that spreads all over the place. And I like to do it. I could be doing it today.. Except my head feels like shit from drinking yesterday. But you see – this writing inspires me. I actually feel excited to not drink for a while. I want to see how much momentum I can get going my eating and drinking clean for a while (oh ya – drinking alcohol makes me eat like shit too).

So I want to fuel clean for a bit. Get my enthusiasm and energy up and own. I can get alcohol free drinks in a bar – maybe some Orange Juice and Soda – which is my bartender friend. It even looks like a real cocktail.

I want to create




And infect people with that shit everywhere I go. Someone has to spread good energy and perhaps, if I spread enough of it I will draw some kickass people to me. I do it already, but it would be interesting to see what would happen if I didn’t spend so much time cutting my own throat.

State:   “The zone”; the feeling of being in a state of flow.
Set: Social person or group to interact with.
Escalation: Escalating the interaction, hopefully towards sex.
Sarge / Sargeing: The act of explicitly going out and seducing women.
Day2: Calling it a “date” just implies all the wrong shit these days…