Yeah, yeah, yeah… I said I was going t update this like a week ago I think. Well, that’s the way the ball bounces G. I guess, fuckin… I decided JUST NOW to finish part 2 of the Double Penetration Cliffhanger Challenge (I’m Assuming that’s what DPChallenge means) and the problem with that is, I have finished off 3/4 of a bottle of red wine and thus my smartaleckee antics have decided to put down on my fucking blog, meanwhile I listen on pandora to a song by Skinny Puppy
Yeah yeah yeah… Not very seductive I get it. But now you have WINE Ronnie to deal with for this report. But in a moment you will have Seductive Ronnie to deal with…
Oh, by the way… Here are 2 Pandora stations for you people who listen to that song above and LIKED it. I have a lot of Industrial and Goth in my blood, though I never quite dressed all in black and snorted Ritalin or ate a bunch of Ephedrine all at once. I just appreciated the dark side of the music. Oh ya, the stations:
Ahh shit, wait. I just realized I can’t share them because they are attached to my pics and my real name… Well, if you really want that shit you’re gonna have to ask me in the comments below and I will email you the links. My Pandora stations are all badass. They have been tweaked and tweaked and tweaked – even to the point of sending GOOD songs on the WRONG station to a different station where they do belong (Thank God Pandora added that feature).
Oh ya.. Fucking Tangents. I remember what we were supposed to be talking about? The PART II of my story (over to the right! —>
Alright whatever, dude. Just click this link.
Ok here we go.
The Girl From Uruguay
Postby Geese Howard » December 28th, 2008, 4:34 pm
It’s 7:17 and I had a gnawing feeling that this chick, We’ll call her HBUruguay because she lives there and is visiting some mystery people for the holidays, was gonna flake. Everytime though I would force-visualise her showing up to train my brain to expect in instead of focusing on the negative. Here it was almost 15 minutes after we were supposed to meet and she still hadn’t arrived. No call no text… Nothing. Yet here I was still waiting for her to arrive…
Me: Ya, I just got to Java Hutt so I can chill with my laptop.
The reason I threw the name of the place in the text was so if she was confused she could find me – since she wasn’t from around here these days and I wasn’t sure how long ago it had been since she had been. It was a good idea since like a minute later she came walking up from across and down the street with a coffee in hand, which told me she went to AJ’s and NOT Java Hutt. She wasn’t late – just lost. :p
I was outside smoking as she walked up. I gave her a hug to test and it was pretty stiff. I busted on her for it, “What was that supposed to be?”
HBUruguay: That was a ‘I’m holding a coffee’ hug.
So we chatted a little and she immediately suggested where SHE wanted to go for drinks. The thing was, is I had no idea where I wanted to go and lately I’ve been experimenting with the idea of allowing the chicks to suggest a spot.
WHY? Because I have been finding out some really cool motherfucking day2 spots this way, that I would have never found out about had I not. Detroit is riddled with little hidden treasures that are not at all out in the open. Some don’t even make any sense. Picture a spot in the middle of the ghetto area that on a tuesday night is assholes to elbows busy with rich suburbanites.
Or another example is, where we ended up last night – Baker’s Keyboard Lounge. Reported to be the World’s OLDEST Jazz Club. Apparently HBUruguay lived in the Detroit area 5 years ago before she moved with her parents to live in Uruguay to help her ailing father out. This place is near the corner of 8-Mile and Livernois. You may have hear of 8-Mile from Eminem’s movie.
So let’s back up a little:
Her: I want to go to this little Jazz place, but I can’t remember what it’s called. Bluebirds or something. On 8-mile.
Me: (I knew the place she was referring to because I have heard several chicks talk about it but had ever been there as of yet.) All I know is wherever we go they better have Campari.
Her: I’m pretty sure they do.
Me: And I’m not sure about the place you’re talking about but I love an adventure. Here’s the deal (I say that alot) we can go there for 1 drink but unless it’s really awesome… I have a short attention span and like to bounce to different places when I’m out to keep things interesting.
Her: It’s a really cool Jazz place. Unless you were think you were gonna say, “I know – let’s go back to my place.”
Me: Yea, Don’t think you’re that lucky. I’m not just a guy you can have your way with. You at least have to buy me a drink first.
Her: Buy YOU a drink?
Me: Yea, but no promises. And not saying if you will, but if You were to come back to my place I could show you my Lavish Fireplace and My Library inside of my international art gallery that I live in.
Her: Is it a real fireplace?
Me: It would appear that way.
Her: With real wood logs that actually Burn?
Me: I mean, it would seem that way.
Her: That’s what I thought.
(I was referring to a Windows Media Player Visualization called Yule Log on my laptop and using S-Video I plug my laptop into my TV which is HUGE so… :p )
Me: You’re used to getting your way aren’t you.
Her: Yes. Actually I am!
Me: Well I guess we’re fucked, because I am too. Let’s just shake hands now and go our seperate ways. (bodyrock away then back while extending my hand.) Pleasure meeting you.
She laughed and I think I told her, “Man you look fucking cute tonight. I love your coat, it’s hypnotic. You better not be trying to hypnotize me with some weird voodoo love shit.” (using appropriate hand movements and facial expressions – I love hintdropping about what I am to the chicks.)
So I let her drive. While we were walking I threw a line out when she was talking about the club.
Me: How do I know you’re not gonna take me somewhere where this guy’s gonna be waiting behind the door to club me in the head with a blackjack, and I’m gonna wake up on some table as part of some weird ritual or whatever?
Her: You watch too many weird movies.
Me: It could happen.
So we get to her car and off we go in her nice clean rental. We arrive at Baker’s Keyboard Lounge after I let her get lost a little so I can neg her.
Me: Am I gonna make it back home tonight?
I made a couple different comments about her driving but not too much. As I said in my FR to this LR, I don’t TRY to neg or c&f anymore because really it’s something I naturally will throw into a conversation anyway. If I try to do it on purpose it gets a little too dicky or even comes across as confrontational.
Also we discussed where she’s from, Uruguay.
She was telling me all about the difference between Uruguay and Paraguay and how much better Uruguay was for some reason and so for the rest of the night whenever the topic came up I would mistake her as being from Paraguay. For the rest of the night at periods of time we would retouch the subject and I learned some interesting facts; one being that Uruguay is known for having really good Beef, however due to recent droughts their cattle market is suffering a little. Also, she said there is an Irish Bar in Paraguay – oops – I mean Uruguay near where she lives.
She also started talking about how Michigan people use the Hand to show people where they live. I said, “I make fun of people that do that.”
Her: It makes sense, like if someone lives in the thumb they can point to where they live to show people.
Me: I think what you mean is people in the Thumb are the ones doing the hand thing.
The other thing she told me was how this was pretty adventurous for her, and that her friends were saying, “You’re crazy! You don’t even know this guy! You only just met him and you’re already going to meet him out somewhere?” But here she was anyway. Good old, “Attraction isn’t a choice…” I played with it a little but I can’t remember what I said.
So we arrive on our second day2 venue.
This place was hoppin. We got there and it was already packed with excited guests and a full bar with the smell of Soul Food wafting through the air and punching me in the nose in a pleasant way. Btw, for those of you keeping score at home, she payed for parking and cover for both of us to get in; $13 so far; mainly because I kept the frame, but not too pushy like, that this was her idea so there was no weirdness for her in any way to flip the bill a little. I tell the hostess, “Give us a table for 2 and a good one.”
She does – we get a seat center stage – I mean dead center. No band yet because keep in mind the meeting time was 7:15 which means shit don’t start till 9:30 – 10 which give me PLENTY of time to run verbal game. They got these cool little 2 seater booths which are IDEAL for couples. I let her slide in first and then slide in next to her and the she shit tests me.
Her: “What’s with all the crowding me in.”
I look at her funny and get back up while saying, “Well then you sit on the outside and you can have all the room you want. I like to relax.” We switch and she sit’s away from me.
We order drinks. She gets a Bailey’s on the rocks and I order a Negroni which is 1oz each of Gin, Campari and Sweet Vermouth on the rocks with an orange slice garnish. They don’t have it so I cue up on something simpler – a Colorado Bulldog which is 1-½ oz Vodka, ½ oz Kahlua, 1-½ oz milk, and a spash of coke on ice in a highball. I never had one before this but it was really fucking good.
The things I did – Well, let’s see if I can list them out not necessarily in order AT ALL. I’ll get to that later. (if you wanna know something ASK and I will be happy to give you details.)
+On the fly patterning.
+Wants vs. Craving
+Everyone is so different but the same pattern (more connection)
+Push Pull I.e. “I like you, you’re super fun. I mean don’t get me wrong you could totally fuck the whole thing up, but SO FAR you’re a pretty cool cat.” (Edit on a Mystery sound bite – in my own words)
+Discovery Channel (open loop, never closed)
+Style’s EV (open loop, never closed)
+Twin Brothers Scenario (open loop, never closed)
+Let’s see if we fit. (Kino gambit from homeboy Sonics)
+Constant Kino (Sonics)
+Kino Escalation with takeaways and fractionation.
+Snoopy Palm Reading (credit – Matt Savior, Juggler instructor)
+Learn to love yourself (My own)
+My first memory (My own)
+Bubbles – Kino routine (My own)
+The breakup and exes (My own)
+My mother told me that I got culture shock when I was really little (sound bite to suggest I’m VERY different)
Are you into PDA? I love PDA. (sound bite)
+Say more please. (sound bite/compliance – Ross Jeffries)
+We’re only here for 20,000 days (sound bite)
+That’s all you get.
+The best you can hope for is Amazing company and Great conversation.
+TV Commercial (sound bite – Ross Jeffries)
Jesus, I just realized something. I always thought I didn’t use or even know that many routines. I never actually listed them. I use a lot of motherfucking routines. I’m impressed.
I guess the reason I didn’t know I used so many Gambits was that I so not have a structure to my game. I just plow. Meanwhile I know that most of the Verbal Routines I used early on while escalating Kino while closing the gap.
I’ll explain a few – keeping in mind I know pretty much the beginning from the end but not necessarily the exact order. I do know key moments though. Before it was just fluff, getting to know and push pull, and I was practicing Questions into Statements. Then I know in the first half (I will call it) I used the grounding stuff.
My first memory:
“When I was little I lived in Frankfurt Germany and we stayed in this place called the Hessesher Hof for a while before we moved into an apartment. I remember being at breakfast one morning and We hadn’t ordered yet. All I knew is that I wanted Belgian Waffles. I just totally had this huge craving for em. You ever get a craving for something? “
Wants vs. Cravings pattern which was also one I picked out of a video that he made up with a student as an example for training people how to construct patterns.
Then back in:
“So the waiter came over and brought out food and he gave me Belgian waffles, but I never ordered them. I said to him, ‘How did you know I wanted Belgian Waffles?’ He said, ‘Because that’s what you get every day….’ And the moral of the story is?” and I pointed to her.
Her: That you like Belgian waffles.
Me: No. That’s when I discovered I could remember stuff. That was my first memory.
I was like, “Wow! I can remember things!” (end thread – stack forward)
Soon I was grounding a little about how I’m a bartender, a social guy and different than other men. This was where I used the “culture shock” sound bite and then “The Breakup and Exes.” routine which is a true story I use in a lot of sets. When I’m explaining my lifestyle to them, and making myself out to be free spirited and social and a lot of times they ask me questions about my relationships. In this case she asked, “So what’s the longest relationship you’ve ever had?”
Routine (true story) The Breakup and Exes:
Me: I dunno, probably a year, but that’s a LOOONG time for me. I had those a couple times. They were fun but I’m not gonna string someone along if I know I can’t be what they want me to be. And they were fun relationships. I still talk to most of them. Right now I have a girl that still calls me 4 years later and another one who I still talk to 6 years after we hung out. We just touch base on the phone from time to time. It’s because I don’t really think of relationships like a lot of people. I figure if shits not gonna work out it doesn’t mean anyone did shit wrong or whatever, it just happens. You share the fun good times and learn stuff together and then whatever happens and you break up. But it doesn’t have to be weird or angry like most people think.
I’ll give you an example. One girl I broke up with; the day we broke up this is how it happened. I took her to lunch in Royal Oak, we chilled and relaxed and had some wine, I bought her this nice choker, we went back to her place and made love…
Her: And then you broke up…?
Me: And then we broke up…
I guess I just think differently about shit. My mother said I got Culture Shock when I was little. I was back and forth between here and Germany at a very young age so she said I was very different in a good way. Like I could look at life and see it as an adventure. I just -go with the flow- I guess. I mean, what about you… What are you Passionate about?
So from here I got her talking about passions first then broke into Style’s EV. I got three answers out of her. The first answer was her Son, and the second was that she felt that she could show him the world THROUGH HER EYES and the third was Proud (after prompting her to get past her first answer of “Great.” or something).
I never did finish the ending because she asked me, “Why. What do you feel passionate about? Probably being social. That’s why you’re a bartender.”
Well, ya. I do love being social, but I’m really shy and have trouble meeting new people. I never know what to say.
Her: Ya RIGHT!!
Me: (Grin) No, I’m SERIOUS!!
But then she started giving me shit about going with the flow and how it doesn’t work and isn’t practical in life. How people who do that can’t be successful or whatever.
Me: I think you and I are actually agreeing but perhaps we are thinking about what -go with the flow- means differently.
Here, Give me your hand.
Routine (Bubbles – Borrowed from a concept I learned about before PickUp which was from – of all things – A Video Game for the PC. AD&D Baldur’s Gate. You could play your characters a certain way and at a certain point in the game it went into this story about how my character lived his life and it was pretty cool because it made total sense to me – so I revived it and use it as a Kino Escalation routine.)
She does and I hold it and draw on it (got the idea from some other PUA – Mehow maybe? but incorporated it into my own routine.) Ok, one might say that life is like a bunch of bubbles (draw bubbles on her palm with your hand) and that they are flowing in a certain direction (trace your fingers to show her the flow, silly!) Now, there are those who go with the bubbles and do what they are supposed to and what’s expected, and then there are those who go against the bubbles (you are drawing all this btw) because they want to try and do their own thing and that’s what they think it means. Now that cover’s most people. But there are a certain few, like maybe 10%, maybe even as little as 1%, who bounce from bubble to bubble going whatever way they want whenever they feel like it. If they wanna go somewhere else, they can just bounce from one bubble to the next without getting wrapped up in one direction. That’s what I mean by go with the flow, but I guess that’s not really going with the flow at all, now is it. (end thread)
So she agreed but still started giving me shit about how it doesn’t work (but I was kino escalating which was the point.)
So I said, “Does it not work for everybody, or does it not work in your own experience.? Look at it this way…
Routine (“Learn to love yourself” – I got it from a House track way back before I studied PickUp and memorized it. I didn‘t have a reason then, but now I do!! This is a GREAT routine to get a chick to POWERFULLY feel like she‘s an individual who can make her own decisions, as well as instilling in her resistance to the Fatty pulling her away, ASD, Societal programming and all that shit. PS – Five bucks to the person who can name the track and who it‘s by. I still don‘t know, even though I have it in two different live sets on my laptop.)
Me: I wanna do this the way I wanna do it. I wanna determine my own destiny! I don’t’ wanna be a mass personality. I don’t wanna be a One Dimension. I wanna be ME. I wanna be Human!
Me: We dress a certain way, we walk a certain way, we talk a certain way, we create a certain way, we paint a certain way, we… we make love a certain way. You know, all of these things we do in a different… unique… specific way that is personally ours. And we… decide… that it is time for us to… to take over our own lives.. And do it the way we know we wanna do it… as opposed to having someone else continually… depersonalize us… and tell us… how we’re supposed to do something because they are viewing us through THEIR eyes… not through Our Eyes.
Me: If they couldn’t see it they could just feel it Naturally.
(end thread – stack forward)
She Enthusiastically agreed.
She ordered food and it had arrived and so during that time I used the TV commercial.
TV Commercial: I saw a commercial on TV that reminds me of this. I can’t even remember what the hell it was for but the woman is eating with the man (the original sound bite I picked out of RJ teaching on a Video – He didn‘t tell anyone it was a pattern, he just did it. I find that some of his best stuff is stuff he does but doesn‘t necessarily actively teach. You gotta kinda pick it up. His was, ”…the woman looks at the man…) “You know you want something… you can’t resist it any longer… you gotta have it… and the more you try to push it away… the more you know you need it right… now.”
This girl was a polarity responder. She was still pretty disagreeable up until I started saying things like “You really shouldn’t allow yourself to relax and completely open yourself up to this experience, and let the good vibe penetrate deep inside you and fill you up to the point…. Blah blah blah. OR. You don’t have to blah blah blah. I don’t really know what I said verbatim because this stuff, to attempt to kill her resistance, was on the fly. Finally after one particular, “You really shouldn’t… and some on the fly stuff I broke right into, “When you really feel that sense, of an incredible connection with a guy….”
Also, I can’t remember if this was before or after I.C. but I used the fact that she traveled as a segue into, “Isn’t it interesting how everyone is so different and yet in so many ways we’re all the same?…” which is another I.C. pattern. Actually as I think about it I’m pretty sure “Isn’t it interesting…“ was first and standard I.C. was second because it was like this – after the Standard I.C. I saw that I had hit pay dirt – D.D.B. and enthusiastic response and the Polarity responses stopped.
I knew it was playtime and so it was Kino escalation in the way of first, Snoopy palm reading because she mentioned something about how I had some sort of insight about life or whatever so I was like, here I’ll read your palm, but this is totally just a bullshit kino thing and it’s fun – not serious at all.
Then “Let’s see if we fit.” and I’m sure in in this area there was twice that I did hand throws.
She was done eating and I suggested we leave and go somewhere else and we were gonna. I was like, “I gotta use the guys room first so brb. I got up and as I did my brain was like, “Kiss her dude – at least on the cheek.” so I did and at the same time she said she had to go to the ladies room as well. So we worked our way through and when I got to the little are near the Restrooms my mind was saying “You have to kiss her now dude! It’s time.” and I have learned that when the brains says shit like, “Time to kiss or Time to Fuck or whatever it IS – but we all know that already.”
So I said, “Comehere.” and she hesitated a little
Me: Come HERE – and then we kissed.
(please don’t come at me with shit about bathroom fucking – I have no idea what some guys are all fired up about fucking some girl in a Germy, nasty, smelly, dirty and uncomfortable place like a bathroom for but I have ABSOLUTELY no interest.)
I was in the bathroom and the drummer I saw for the band was in there and I joked with him about when they planned on going on. It sounded like they were getting ready to start after he smoked. I said, You mean cigarettes or….?”
He laughed and responded with, “well… you know.”
So here’s where the night escalated. The band went on and they were GREAT: WE ordered another round of drinks instead of leaving. They were called, The Brothers Groove
Soon I was kino escalating FAST with takeaways. To her leg, “that’s all you get.” and the back of her neck where she started saying she loved it because she was catlike. I did shitloads of kino with takeaways finally getting to the point where when I was doing takeaways she was saying shit like, “Why did you stop?” or when I was twirling in her hand and took it away she looked at me and opened and closed her hand as if to say ,”WTF.”
Also she, at one point, picked up her coat that was placed between us and moved it and slid in right next to me.
And then soon after one neck deal I pulled away and when she said something, I said, “Say – More please.”
She was like, “moooorrre Pleeeaaassse!!!”
Now I know I missed the Discovery channel pattern part because I did half of it but then she said she hated amusement parks so I cut the thread while asking her what was something she did like, and busting on her saying, “Gokart tracks? Or Puttputt golf?”
Also it got to the point where I was doing Constant Kino even during my takeaways, even if it meant my knee touching her leg or whatever. The rest of the stuff on the list above was in there I just don’t remember exactly where.
All I know is it was DONE DEAL but I liked the band and the vibe that place was giving off and so did she so we stayed for the first set. We talked a little about what to do after with suggestions of where we could go. Instead of talking loud I actually talked Quiet and Leaned in to say it in her ear while nuzzling her or whatever. Once the Band’s first set was over it was simple.
Me: So I suppose we could go check out some other places, or we could even go back to my art gallery home and read books from my library.
Her: (smiling) We can go to your house.
We were here like 10 minutes, enough time for me to light candles and turn on some Portishead, Tricky, Bjork and Similar Sex music. She laid on my couch.
And already knowing her answer I said, “So… What do you feel like doing?”
Her with her eyes closed relaxing on my futon: I want some Cuddle time.
I mean that was it. Within a few minutes we were completely naked and My head bus buried between her legs and we went from there. We stopped for a bit only so she could soak it in after screaming OMG! For five minutes straight. I really think that there is an overlooked secret to orgasms and I try to encourage it in Women I hook up with. The secret is simple. When you have one DO NOT MOVE afterwards. Sit there and let it soak in your head. It’s like a Buzz but when people move around right after sex the buzz goes away. So while she was laying there I simply said, Don’t move. Just chill. Relax. Let it soak in.
And as is habit I went to the fridge to look for something to drink like beer or wine. I was out!!! After giving a girl an Great Orgasm I always want a drink and This time I had nothing. SHIT!
So instead we after a bit we just moved to my bedroom.
Afterwards she got dressed and some things that stood out. She kept making comments about how I was different and instead of biting on them I would continue talking about whatever as if I didn’t even notice them. The reason was to instill it in her head. Finally after one comment I ignored she remarked about it by making a face.
I said, “Look. If I had money for every time people told me that I wouldn’t have to work. I already told you that earlier.”
Her: I know, but it’s one thing when you say it, and it’s completely different when I experience it for myself.
One other thing was that we were talking about the sex afterwards and I said, “So would you give it a 10?”
Her: I mean… (she paused and I started getting worried for a split second)
Her: Yea. I would. That was one of the best I think I’ve ever had.
(I am NOT bullshitting you. Learn the skills kids. I will give you a hint of one thing she absolutely adored. Me eating her out to match the beat of Portishead songs for starters. If I didn’t hear this stuff a lot I would never believe it, but I do. All it takes is creativity.)
Finally she was telling me how comfortable she was at my home. She also told me she was a bit of a Slut when she was growing up but that even so it was all social circle and that, “This is weird. I don’t do this kinda stuff.”
Me: Is it weird, or is it just different than what you’re used to experiencing?
Meanwhile she relayed that she was super comfortable around me and once when I told her, “You gotta go!”
Her response was simply, “No… I’m ok. I really comfortable here.” as if her being comfortable outweighed me telling her to go.
I was joking afterall but trying to sound serious.
That’s a long one. She left the same night. I got a text a bit ago saying, I had a really good time with you on Friday.
I responded with: I was just thinking about you. We still on for tomorrow or would you wanna come over earlier, say tonight?
After a couple more minutes I sent another text to add fuel to the fire: I think you left a little of your Yummy scent here to haunt me and keep reminding me of you, Jerk!
The end… (well at least for the purposes of this blog…)
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