Follow Your Dreams

Themesong of the Day:

I’m a little drunk right now, but I know I know I know.  I’m a dick for not updating my blog for centuries.  But whatever…

Follow your dreams.  This is gonna be quick because I really am not competent enough to write very creatively.  Well wait.  I am not really that drunk.  I am over-exaggerating for prose and pomp.  But I did have some drinks.  A friend and I just won a trivia contest at Uptown Lounge in Uptown of all places.

No no..  We were sucking.  Science?  Fail.  Comedians?  We did ok.  Some other category?  Meh!…  But then the guy behind the microphone said we had one and a half minutes to list as many 80s cartoons as we could.

I mean…  It was pretty much over at that point.  I was listing things like Tranzor Z and Galaxy Rangers.  Diggin Deep.  Yes yes, there were also the smurfs and the gummie bears and voltron and bugs bunny and mighty mouse and danger mouse and..  I mean, I and my partner in trivial crime were just writing for 1 and a half minutes straight.

So fuck science and some comedian I never heard of that played in some obscure movie.  I know who Penfold is, bitch!

Penfold from Dangermouse


We won a $25 tab and pretty much used it up.   I think, also, I kinda feel obligated to go back next week, even though I suck at Trivia, and defend my title.  Jennifer, you fucking ass, we should have never broke up because I could totally use you on my trivia team right about now.  Plus I miss your ass…  And legs…

But look.  So what the hell does that have to do with Follow Your Dreams?

Well, today I bartended at a private event for some company called 1872 or something like that.   This was part of getting hired at my 2nd bartending job.   No no no…  Not second as in, I just got fired for being a dipshit drunk at my last place, but my second of 2 current positions that I have.  One for a place located pretty much in the center of the City of Chicago – a busy place with a fantastic lunch and dinner/happy-hour crowd.  And another for a Staffing company that sends bartenders to work events, parties and catering blah blah.

Which is cool, because I did cater to a catering company tonight.  And the tips were not that great.  But it was an open bar, so it was to be expected.  But guess what?  At the end of it all there was a big tray of unserved and untouched rack of lamb.  No..  Not the 5 rack that you pay $30 for at a restaurant.  No, this was a giant tray of several racks with about 10 or 15 rack slabs ready to go.  Unfortunately, the chefs did not serve them since, apparently, they were overcooked (meaning beyond medium rare) so none of the chefs (self-proclaimed as “spoiled” from eating good food all the time) wanted to take them home.  So unfortunately (double) I was forced to take 2 of those giant racks home for myself.  (I hope you sensr the sarcasm in my writing).

I love lamb.

And I was just given probably $50 or so worth of lamb to eat at my leisure.

So…  I am in it to win it.  I will get into details as we go on.   But I figured, last you heard, my life was a shambles, though I was fighting for life.  (Well, that’s a big dramatic, innit.  Not really life, but maybe a job).  And things have changed.  For now, just be happy that I am living proof of following your dreams.  I have a full time bartending job at a place I never figured I would be able to get hired at, located in the center of downtown Chicago, and I have a second job to back me up.

I have a buzz, and I have lamb.

Guess what’s next?

Time to get back on the Seduction Train…..

PS – There was a female robot on Tranzor Z ( a children’s cartoon) that shot her tits at her enemies.  Not kidding.

A Day in the Life of a Modern Day Seducer with Sleep Apnea Part IV

(continued from A Day in the Life of a Modern Day Seducer with Sleep Apnea Part III)

I went home… And I slepppptttt…  My body and mind was worn out from lack of rest.  I lay down on my bed and soon was in dreamland.

I think I woke up around midnight.  I had slept the rest of the day away, and the problem with OSA and a nap like this is, the inconvenience of sleeping at odd hours and, thus, waking up at even odder hours…  But here’s the funny thing about fortune, it doesn’t play by the rules of time is irrelevant.  I was up and blurry eyed but feeling good.  A nap like this after feeling like hell, always seems to be rather refreshing.

I kinda just milled around for about 20 minutes or so and then at around 12:30 or 1 am I got a text.  “Message Received.” said my phone, in a female voice.  I checked it.  It was from one of the girls I sent the “Tonight?” text to earlier in the day.  She was a girl I will refer to as, Whole Foods Boobs, or WFB for short.

She was an attractive girl I met one night at Whole Foods, obviously, and if I remember she had appeared to (and said she had) huge boobs.  That’s all about my style.  Her text read one word, “Berlin.”  Berlin is a bar that’s about a 5 minute Walk from my door.  I waited a few minutes and said, “That’s funny, because my house is only a block away.  Come over here.”

And this started this tiny little text battle of me trying to cockily convince her to come over and her trying to coyly convince me to come up to Berlin.  Keep in mind, I was just pushing the boundaries trying to see how far I could go.  I never even went on a date with this girl, and we only knew each other from about 15 minutes of conversation at whole foods, and I expected her to just come straight over.  Also, I figured if I gave in too easy and went there straight away, that wouldn’t necessarily be the best impression.  I needed to at least make her work.

Back and forth we went, and finally she texted me something like, “How bout being more of a man, and less of an ass.  If not, whatev”

I like that text.  Challenge accepted.  She meant business.  So I got dressed up in the snazziest outfit I could throw together in about 5 minutes, quickly did my hair and out the door I went.

To – Berlin.

I had never stepped foot in this place before, even though it was only a block from my house.  The obvious reason is because it’s a Gay Dance Club.  That kinda means that there’s not really much reason for me to go up there.  Not to mention that, in the gay world, I am pretty much a hot commodity.  I’m not even what I consider that great looking.  I have style, yes, but I’m most definitely NOT the good looking, ultra fit, magazine model.  Sorry to disappoint any of my readers who thought otherwise.  Sexy?  Hot?  Yes.  But If you saw me I’m not so sure you would think that I was pulling women with my super attractive good looks.  As a matter of fact, I don’t think I photogenic at all.  I pretty much can’t stand most pictures of myself, but I do think I can put together a pretty cool, sexy look in the mirror.  So there’s that.  But apparently Gay Guys think so too.  If I go to gay venues it is a 100% certainty that I will be approached and hit on.  It never fails.  Gay guys ALWAYS hit on me.

But I had to weather the storm and go anyway because, here was my prize.  So Inside the club, Berlin, I went.  And soon, to my disappointment, I discovered that my target, WFB, was pretty piss ass drunk.  Shit.  I love sex, but I have backed out of so much drunken sex it’s not even funny.  I feel, inside, that part of seduction is playing on even terms.  I do not seduce drunk chicks, if I can avoid it.  Buzzed is ok.  Sharing a buzz is ok.  But, even to the point of once girl saying to me, “I wanna be fucked,” while she was drunk and in my bed, but then saying, “No” when I asked her if she wanted me to fuck her; and then a completely separate occasion where a shitfaced stripper spent the night at my house and DEMANDED we fuck, and despite her claims of, “I know how all you men are..  If I drop my panties right now you’re going to fuck me.” I do not fuck girls who are ultra trashed.  It just doesn’t interest me.

But then again, I am all about letting the buzz wear off, and my girl was only drinking water when I got there so I assumed she was in recovery mode.  Regardless, I decided to play gentleman and hang out for a bit and for the most part we just cuddled on this black, built in bench/dance floor thingy.  Finally after a while the bouncer came over and, very politely, asked me if I could be cool and take my chick out of the bar.  She wasn’t being obnoxious, but like I said, she looked pretty trashed.

So I talked with her and a couple of her friends and was fully intent on getting her a cab and going home.  So I walked her outside in the cold and she snapped-to rather quickly.  Sometimes the cold can do that.  She seemed to be fine after a moment walking on her own and wasn’t even stumbling really.  I had zero alcohol in me to make her stumble disappear so I was like, “Ok.  She’s a bartender and probably has good recovery.”

So I told her I was gonna get her a cab and her response was, “I want a burrito.”  (Yes, that really was her response, 35.)  I told her there were no mexican restaurants close that were open, but Clark’s was right by us.  So she headed towards Clark’s and I went with her.

Ok, she seemed to be coming out of it quick and maybe some food would help her, but like I said, she was recovering Fast!  We sat in the diner and talked and chatted for a while.  We talked about this and that, and eventually I geared the topic towards sexuality and how that’s a big part of me.  She told me she had a hard time having an orgasm.  I told her a lot of girls say that and it’s bullshit.

All I know is I went into a little story I tell about my life experiences and how certain elements of my life geared me to really take an interest in giving women orgasms.  I may share that little story with you sometime, but now is not the day.  Let’s just say that the FIRST thing women do, when they hear a guy say he can give good orgasms is doubt him.  There are, apparently, a shitload of guys out there telling girls they are good in the sack when, in fact, they are not.  It’s almost an epidemic.  So, I tell my story about WHY I’m good and then it’s up to her to decide if she wants to find out or not.

We kept eating, and after I finished my story she had a look of attention on her face and was silent.  So I figured I would put out the offer, “We could always go back to my place, you know…, and listen to some music.”

“I’m not going to your place,” she shot back.  Denied!  So we finished up our friendly little chat, paid the bill and got up so I could walk her to her cab and call it a night.

We walk to the corner and I hail  a passing cab, and she gets inside.   “Have a good night,” I say to her, getting ready to close the door.

“Aren’t you coming with me?” was her response…


(conclusion coming soon…)


Today’s Panera Bread Experience. . .

I really tried finding the most non distracting coffeeshop to go to, today.  I didn’t want girls, or (oh hell… there;s a sexy milf I must go meet… brb…  Oops.  She’s on a date.  She’s with some really old dude, who looks like the reason she’s with him is that he most likely has money.  Upon closer inspection she’s a little chubby, but not gross or fat or anything.  And guess what?  She has huge boobs.  She made the guy go grab both of their food, even though they were these huge bowls that looked like it was a little difficult for the guy to carry on the trays with one hand each.  Then once he got back it looked like she sent him back up to grab something else.  Maybe that was him getting something for himself though.  I have headphones on when I’m listening to this so I can’t hear the conversation.

By the way, she isn’t that hot.  She’s ok.  But those boobs are right out there.  But enough about her.  Her and the old dude have a mutually beneficial relationship.  He likes her boobs too probably and either is trying to, or has gotten to play with them.  Meanwhile she gets free lunch and probably gets to dip into his money a little directly or indirectly.  No, not all women are like this but if you were here you would think the same thing.  I promise.)

Ok, I was saying how I didn’t want girls or distractions or anything else bothering me.  I wanted to finish this story, then study my drinks and also do a little paperwork I am behind on for some random stuff.  But here’s the thing.  Ya, you know already where this is going…  As soon as I get out of my car and walk up to the Panera Bread entrance, and glance through the window, I see a very cute girl sitting right in plain view.  So there’s distraction number…

1.  Most guys may look and move on.  I, of course, take it that life is presenting me with an opportunity for my favorite game…  Seduction.  I had to go talk to her, and here I will reveal my TRUE fire sure way to approach pretty much any girl in a coffeeshop, anywhere in the world and have her be receptive to my approach, probably your approach too if you do this right.

I get my coffee and I grab some mixers for the coffee, usually honey is all I put in my coffee.  I walk over to her table, and without saying a work, I pull out a free chair and sit, while placing my coffee, honey and stir-sticks on the table.  She, of course, looks up at me wondering why some stranger just sat down at her table without even asking or introducing himself, when there are plenty of other free seats in the house; to which I respond before I she even opens her mouth, “They say..,” I pause as I glance up only briefly enough to make eye contact, before turning my attention back to my coffee, that begin the process of adding honey to and mixing, “… In Tibet, that it’s bad luck to mix your coffee by yourself, so you should find an interesting stranger to talk to while you’re mixing it.”

(In this case I said Tibet, but I always like to pick some random location on earth to keep myself amused.)

In this case, and like most times, the girl asked, “So you’ve been to Tibet?”

“No,” I reply, “I’m just making this up,” and then looking at her impatiently like she’s interrupting, “But Just let me finish my story!”

In this case the girl had interrupted me twice during my story, the first time to give me a hard time about putting honey in my coffee.  In the end she did have a boyfriend that she was serious about so I will save the discussion for a time when it’s more relevant, like when I pull some ass.  Needless to say, most of the conversation was smiley and fun for both of us.  But these women and their damn boyfriends.  If I ever become president I’m passing a law that excludes me from any restrictions on fucking a chick due to relationships.  Not that I will do it Despite their relationships.  No, I’m not so crass.  In my law, the status of said relationship will not apply to me.  It just wont count.  I will get a waiver, if you will, so that her current relationship is irrelevant.

Now, continuing with a couple other minor distractions, once I got to my table there was a guy on his computer doing live, face to face, chat through webcam with some girl, and they were both smiling and laughing.  I thought to myself, “How beautiful.  It’s kinda like the Jetson’s, but at the same time very cool that two people can keep in touch that way.”

Then directly to the left of me sat a girl and a guy across from her.  She was on the phone talking to someone and crying.  I imagined someone must have just died.  That was the vibe I got.

The point is, here was life happening all around me, and it just felt kinda magical.  NOT as magical as one day, a while back, that I was driving my car through the city and just so happened to be playing Yann Tierson’s soundtrack from the movie Amelie.  I was going to post an example of what I’m talking about but those damn, silly copywrite restrictions have pretty much barred the entire soundtrack from being on youtube.  Pretty Gay, EMI.

Anyway, you’ll just have to do the homework yourself… 😉  That is… Unless my badassness comes through and I do the homework for you. 😉

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…