The Job Interview at a Starbucks

Another Classic for my Archive of real life Seduction – I was inspired to bring this one back up in honor of The Daily Post at WordPress.com’s Cliffhanger Challenge.  I’m assuming this is a lot different than what most of the people have written about, and probably Taboo enough of a subject to not make it to WordPress’ top of Friday’s list (which I’m late for anyway) or their monthly newsletter, but who knows.  I like to write and some of my old stuff is just too good to let go unnoticed  (just as me I’ll tell you!); especially if you are interested in how Seduction and Pickup arts, or even Speed Seduction works. 😉 You can check out their post challenge by clicking right HERE…   But this post is LONG and informative so I will get to the point instead of rambling on.  I will just say 1 thing.  Whether or not you like this post – comment down bottom and remember to subscribe.

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FR – The Job Interview at a Starbucks
Postby Geese Howard (my old alias) » December 24th, 2008, 2:16 pm

So here’s the deal.  Today I had to go meet a guy about a possibility to work as a bartender at a New Years Eve party.  He picked the Starbucks coffee shop on Mack and Woodward in Downtown Detroit as the meeting spot.  I decided to head out like three hours early so I could meet my mom who wanted to give me something and get her Avon stuff from me since she has volunteered me without my say-so to be the middleman for her Avon lady that lives near me.  Not only that but I decided I could bring my laptop and play BarSim which is a training game for learning new drink recipes.

So there I walk in to the Starbucks and I see a nice comfy couch type chair empty, but I look to see if there’s a outlet near because my laptop is juiced-out.  So I see one but it’s full up from other laptop people and so for like 3 or so minutes I’m standing there looking around just to be sure, kinda looking like a retard.  I spot a table with two chairs and an empty outlet underneath it right across from the chair I want but still I stand there retarded hoping that by some miracle I spot the magic outlet I didn’t see in the first place.

Nothing.

So Finally I relent and decide to sit at the table with wooden chairs with the open outlet, and as I’m setting up The chick at the table in front who I thought was pretty cute when I walked in, starts crane-necking over her shoulder at me, because the outlet happens to be right behind where she’s sitting and I’m busy plugging it in.  I notice it and Kino her shoulder as I say, “Don’t worry, I’m just plugging in my laptop.  I’m not trying to steal from you.”   Cool   “I am eyeballing that magazine you’re reading.  Actually, I might want to steal it.” and she looks and realizes my vibe is cool so she smiles and starts flirting back.

Leave it to the French. http://www.huffingtonpost.fr

SO like, all I know is that she’s getting ready to leave and I just start running my mouth saying whatever – it’s funny because I always Think to myself I don’t have any idea what to say to a chick, but when I’m under the gun my mouth moves and stuff comes out.  The deal is I don’t commit to memory Too Many routines so I will just work on the fly and not have any idea what stage of the interaction I’m in.  Not that that’s good or bad.  I probably would do well to kind of work on a plan but whatever.

Now all I know is we started talking about something and during our conversation she had gotten up and started packing up while I had unpacked and sat down.  For whatever reason I think she asked me something and I said, “I will tell you.  Have a seat.” and she looked surprised but sat down.  As soon as she did I threw out, “But you can’t stay long cuz I got a lot of work to do.” And I kinda said it in my Mock-pimp voice with a smile probably.

So it’s daygame, which IMO is my bread and butter.  Club game is not my strongpoint and yet for whatever reason I feel natural in pretty much any day game environment, on the street or wherever I may find myself.  So this girl is sitting and we just do natural type Vibing where we’re talking about the shit I think the community used to say was a sin to talk about like what she does and what I do and all that shit, but it’s the way I present it that IMO makes it ok.  There’s a lot of fun convo involved.   Other than the Vibing I will actually list the things I consider routines I used.

Oh wait (rewind)… No, I remember now, I had told her she looked like a teacher when she was standing up and she said she used to teach Biology.  And I was like, “That’s so Boring!  So you like to dissect stuff like frogs or whatever.  I have a story about Biology class from when I was in high school.  You wanna hear it?”

Her:  Yea tell me your story!  (said with blatant  mock enthusiasm)
Me:  (I might have busted on her for it, I dunno but then I said) Here have a seat and I’ll tell you.

So she sat down and THAT’s what I talked about but before I went on some tangent (which as you will begin to notice I am apt to do) and every time she reminded me I was off track I busted on her and reminded her that she was a scientist and I was artistic so her linear thinking and my all over the place thinking were completely different.  Which brings me to my Tangents which happen to be the routines I said I was gonna describe above so here they are:

1.  I asked her nationality.  She said she was three different ones, German, something and something else (that’s how much I pay attention – I’m literally Terrible with names too.  But that’s simple.  If a girl has already told me her name and I forgot, when I put in in my phone I say, “How do you spell your name?” and then throw in a little humor about the spelling if it’s too normal or even if it’s not – like c&f style.)  So I use a little routine about growing up in Germany when I was little and say, “Ich Deutchsprechen nicht so gut.” which means something along the lines of , “I don’t speak good German.”  I didn’t go into the whole routine that I use because I asked her about whether she taught high school or college and immediately blasted into how I took French class and she said she knew French too; so I said, “Je parle un peu de Francais.”  I then volunteered that I knew a poem and she wanted to know it.  Off I went into the poem I memorized right from the Player’s Guide by Jacques Prevert that starts with, “Une orange sur la table…”  I love this poem btw, every set where the girl knows French will hear this and I always get a good response.  Halfway through I get the appropriate response of a tiny bit of shock and then when I finish they’re pretty impressed my the romantic finish.

2.  Somehow I seem to find a place for the following routine in about every set I do these days.  It’s my own.  Usually it has to do with me looking good for my age since I’m 35 but most days people seem to think I’m younger (when I’m duded up that is.  If not I look old like every other chode out there my age.)

I’m gonna live to be One-Hundred and Twenty.  One day I’m gonna be like this old guy (sometimes I will say, “…old Chinese guy, even though I’m not Chinese now I will somehow magically be when I’m that old…) with a long white beard (doing the hand motion to show her that I mean like really long – picture like the old kung-fu master from ANY Kung-Fu movie – but not the drunk guy or the beggar, mostly the old guys who are either Buddhist Monks aka “Venerable Abbot“ or some Bastard General of the Ching or, Oh, I got it; think Pai-Mei from either “Fist of the White Lotus” or more currently “Kill Bill”) and I will live like way up in the mountains of Tibet.  I’ll mostly sit around and drink green tea and meditate and there will be incense and candles and Ill have servants.  People will come thousands of miles up treacherous mountain trails with avalanches and all sorts of danger just to see me so they can ask me the meaning of life.  They will say, “Master, what is the meaning of life?” and I will look at them with wisdom (look at her with a wise-serious face) and say… (pause)

“What do you think the meaning of life is?”

And they will be like, “Amazing!  I have never thought of it that way before!”

So if the chick is a sassy pants and says something like, “Well what if they don’t ask you that.  What if they ask you something else like about love or their job or whatever?”

ME:  Then I will look at them and say, “The answer to that question (pause) lies truly within your heart.  You simply must learn to listen to what is says.”
(or you can just add this for fun if she’s into it by saying, “and some may even ask me other questions about their Job or Love-life and…..”  you get the idea)

End Thread.

It’s just a goofy attraction gambit I suppose.

So after my tangents and her couple of attempts to unsuccessfully get me back on track even though she was totally enjoying herself I said, “Ok now I will tell you…  Wait.  What were we talking about?” I had seriously forgotten.

She was like, “I Don’t know (mock frustration)! You were going to tell me about your biology class in high school.

So I started to tell her about how we dissected animals in biology class in high school and asked if she dissected stuff in college classes, she said yes and then complained about how she wishes the Colleges would get their Fish from a market where they were fresh instead of the old and smelly animals they usually got.  I said, “You mean like, ‘Today we are going to dissect Sushi grade salmon.’ ?”

She laughed and I started making fun of her more saying, “Maybe you should get some Sake while your at it.  No I mean all colleges should have Sake in the classroom.” and after a minute we got to my story which was;

“One day we were in Biology class and we were dissecting little baby sharks.  I was kind of a bad kid in school, and not like the bad kid who was always at counseling but I mean like a bored kid so I would make things more fun.  So What happened was I snuck one of the baby sharks out of class and when I rode the bus home later I thought it would be funny to stick the shark under the radiator.  Needless to say they thought me or my friends did it but they never knew for sure.”

Those are the only things of note I remember from the conversation.  I naturally incorporate push pull and that kinda shit during my conversations so I always just assume I used them, when I TRY to use them it just comes of Dicky because I already have a natural tendency to do it so what happens is chicks pretty much HATE me.  Chicks use to think I was mean when I was younger because I used the Push-Push technique.  I only learned half the lesson apparently.

So I found out that she was only in town till Jan 6th so I said, “You seem cool.  I gotta get back to work but we should maybe get together.”  Then we talked a little more and I tangented off the subject on purpose.  Then noticed she was still lingering after she had stood up and I kinda let her on purpose to gauge her interest and finally SHE said the Ross Jeffries line, “So how do you want to go about this?”

ME:  “I’m not really into that whole number thing (Sensei) but I’ll tell you what.  Tonight obviously sucks and there’s the holidays but how about…”

Her:  “Friday…”

ME:  ‘Yea…  I mean It’s a super busy week for me but I could meet up Friday.”

And we went from there to set up the day2.  I got her number as a technicality and then we chatted some more and that was that.  IMO If she’s there its for Sex because her and I both know that She’s only in town for a short time.    Cheesy  Of course when she asked, “Is this you, ###?”  I said yea, just put in there Hot Stud Guy (Sensei).

Meanwhile I just now got a call from HBThaiRestaurant who I’m pretty sure has a boyfriend but went on a day2 with me before the holidays which I did heavy makeouts with but no !close…  Yet.  Fucking GREAT kisser.  Before kissing her was totally not attracted to Asian chicks but now it’s like I’m all about it.  Sexy.  Can’t wait to have my head buried between her legs among other things.

So then not too much later and I was playing BarSim and simultaneously these guys in the coffee shop are all trying to get me Bartending jobs for some reason.  I simply told them I was meeting a guy who wanted me for a Private Party for New years and that I used to work at Asian Village until it closed and that the last 2 places I worked at sucked so I quit and so this one guy is calling his buddy who manages a Bar Louie and another cat is taking my number so he can give it to the place his buddy is at that he happens to be on his way to.

After a bit everyone leaves but me cuz I got a bit to go and so I notice a really well dressed black girl go by and her ass was just like, “HEY, Geese.  Look at me!!  I’m a Nice Big Ass!”  (I like all sorts of things about girls – a HUGE list)  I didn’t open her or didn’t even think about it at first.  What happened was this:  My back has been hurting lately (seems like once every six months)  which means it’s time for a Massage – as a matter of fact I had been on the phone earlier calling to find a Massage therapist but I’ll get into that later.  At this point I was studying and my back was starting to bug me so I stood up and took my right arm and held the shelf next to me on my right and was basically stretching my back by turning.  As I was doing it the cute black girl was walking by and I said, “Hey.  Grab my other arm and push.” and sure enough she did.  And she kept doing it till I stopped her which was, I dunno what you call it, that one word that means she’s doing what I want her to.  So I sit and keep talking to her about shit, “Wow you’re strong.  Are you a wrestler?”

Her:  No.
Me:  Are you a Boxer?
Her:  No. (smiling)
Me:  Are you a UFC Fighter?
Her:  No I’m just naturally strong.

And then I noticed she was lingering.  To test it I kinda hinted that she was on her way to do something but that she seemed fun to talk to.  It was like a choice to give her and she still lingered so I kept plowing (that’s my Method:  The Geese Howard Double-Reppukin Plow Method™ ®)  This set went well too so I said, “You seem cool (the Cage – I think it’s referred to) so we should maybe talk some more sometime after the holidays.

Here’s the thing.  I know it’s just getting a number but in this case it’s like she knows what I’m after.  She probably even suspects it’s her ass.  My X said that I put off ‘the Wolf” even when I’m not trying to.  It’s just natural and I think that it’s a good filter, but was TERRIBLE when I was Mr AFC First Class because I would just walk around with Wolf Vibe and No game to back it up.

So HBFacePlant (think about it) shit-tested me.  “Wait.  How old are you?”

ME: What do you mean?  How old are you?
Her:  20
Me:  Oh.  You’re as old as the last girl I dated.  Well…  I mean she was a couple girls ago but still.
Her:  Why, How old are you?
Me:  17.  I just look a lot older.

Then we talked for a bit and I threw in a couple pauses and yet she stuck around.  I was sitting down and she was still standing there so I commented on it.
Me:  Well you’re still here for some reason.  So It seems like you’re thinking about it.
Her:  I just wanna know how old you are?
Me:  You don’t ask people how old they are!
Her:  What?  Why?
Me:  It’s bad business.  Besides.  No one can tell how old I am.  People give me everything from early 20s to 40.  Why do you like older men?
Her:  Yea but not TOO much older.
Me:  Is that what you think or is that what society and what others expect from you tells you to do? (PS I Love NLP)
Her:  Ooooh!  (she liked it)  Now you’re gonna throw that at me…
Me:  You’re not dealing with some (can’t remember the words I used but something similar to Scrap-Noob, but  in regular people jargon though)

So long story short We exchanged numbers but I didn’t time bridge.  I guess I’ll see where it goes.
So I’m back to my Mixing drinks.  For some reason I can remember how to make a Sangria from scratch and about every classic Martini, Manhattan Rob Roy and shit like a Pink Lady and Grasshopper but I couldn’t remember easy shit.  I put club soda in a Surfer on Acid instead of Pineapple and kept fucking up the Bay Breeze and Sea Breeze and for some reason I kept putting Whiskey in an Irish Coffee instead of Irish Whiskey.  Then I started reading a book and in the book it was talking something about Survival and Replication and some guy who was married then divorced and didn’t feel cool or comfortable because he saw people hugging each other and wanted revenge…  Or something like that.  And then I went to the bathroom, and when I came back out with the key to take back to the counter I saw…

Another Ass!

But this time it was a bit smaller and more shapely and yet attached to a blond girl who’s face I did not see.  However, where I got the key just so happened to be right where she was standing and so I went to put the key back and though she really was not in the way I still managed to kino her arm lightly as I said, “Excuse me, love.”  and put the key down.  Then I returned to my seat.

I really did just want to keep studying and not be bothered with sets.  I promised myself that I would focus on my studies only and not worry about women. I started to reload the Barsim and all the while my brain said, “Did you see that Ass on her?  Her face was cute too.”

And before I knew it I was back up and on my feet and peeking around at the girl suspiciously while she was wondering to herself (probably?) Why is this guy all of a sudden behind me sticking his face in my face and looking at me suspiciously?

Me:  Amy?  Is your name Amy?
Her:  No.  (But she was smiling.)
Me:  Oh.  Where are you from?
Her:  I live right around here.
Me:  Oh ok.  Nevermind.  (then I was leaving – I pretended – I suppose body rocking)
Then
Me:  Wait…  (I smiled a smarmy smile) Were you at a party last Saturday in Ferndale?
Her:  No…  (more smiling – I mean she had to know what I was up to right?)
Me:  OhhhK.  I thought we might have made out at a party.
Her:  You thought?
Me:  Well I was pretty drunk.
Her:  Nooo.  Wasn’t me..  (still smiling)
Me:  Well you would remember if we did because you would be all like, “That was the most AMAZING thing ever!!”

And she laughed.

We chatted for about thirty more seconds in a flirty vibe kinda way and then the line moved.  She stepped up to the end and said, “Well the line is moving this way if you wanna step with me.”

Me;  No.  I’m gonna go sit back down if you wanna chat on your way out.

On purpose.  It’s that whole thing about, why can’t I think of the stupid name of it?  Um  Survival… Replication… AMOG…  Transition…  Duplicity…  Consistency…  Value…  Attention… Attraction…  COMPLIANCE..

That’s the one.  Compliance.

And so back to work I go figuring if she was interested she would do the compliance thing so she could survive on my replicator some day.

And so I figured it would look dumb for a guy to be studying bartending drinks when he’s supposed to already be a great bartender and the truth is I’m rusty but when a guy is throwing a New years party with 600-1000 people coming the last thing he wants to hear is, “I’m rusty.” so I went back to reading about having a girl on both arms would cause other girls to come up to me in a club and say dumb things like “Hi, what’s your name?” or “I don’t like that necklace you’re wearing” or “Excuse me, do you know any cool places to go around here?”  and that if I played my cards right I could have sex with her TONIGHT!!

“Blah, blah, blah…” I hear a female voice talking and I’m not paying attention so I have no idea what’s being said but I look up from my comfy chair and there’s the blond with the nice ass who has stopped by and is talking to me.  To be honest I have no idea how that interaction went specifically because there was a vibe.   That’s all pretty much.  One thing I do remember is her telling me about shit she was going to do or something and I stopped her and said, “Wait.  Are you asking me out on a Date?  I mean I know I’m really attractive and everything but that’s pretty forward for a girl.  I mean unless you were a drunk girl.  I notice that girls always expect guys to do most of the work, but then when you get drunk you’re like, ‘Fuck it!’ and you just get all forward.

I quick closed her but in a social circle way.  I said there’s usually cool stuff me and my friends are doing and that couple of them are promoters and that I could invite her out.  (“Hot Stud Guy” once again – I wasn‘t too sure about the PU101 cats or Lance Mason aka Sensei but I listened to some audio thingies they did and there was some quality shit in it – Value!!  I still think of K-Mart whenever I hear that word:  Value.)

I think her and I both know what’s up but it’s the way I decided to play it.  I used to have crappy phone game but now every time I get on the phone with some chick they are like, “You have a great personality!” or “You give great phone!”  and the funny thing is I have NO idea when it happened.  It just did.

And that brings us to me wanting to drive through a Mother of a Snowstorm to go find some Thai food. I was almost there and my phone rang.  I answered it and this sexy-female voice said Hi, is this Ron?  I was like, “Yea who’s this?”

Her:  This is HBSensualMassage
Me:  Oh yea.  I talked to your friend this morning…

Here’s the deal.  In the morning my back was killing me and I needed a motherfucking massage.  I recently saw an episode of Curb Your Enthusiasm where Jeff sets up Larry with and appointment for a massage with a chick whom Jeff says is “Really Good!”  Larry goes and get’s the massage and the chick asks him if her would like her to finish him off.  He’s retarded, #1 and #2 he’s dazed out from the massage and #3 he’s like AFC style Married and yet he says “Yes” not knowing what that means.  She starts giving him a hand job and he’s into it for a split second but then reality hit him and he freaks out.  For the rest of the episode he’s all worried he cheated on his wife and that she’ll find out.

So I decided that if I’m going to pay for a massage it would be pretty cool to get one with a happy ending just to see WTF.  I’ve never paid for sex in my life but this technically would be a massage.  I figured if the price was the same as a normal massage I totally would.

Her:  My Friend?
Me:  Yea on the phone…  Oh wait I called a few different places so maybe you’re someone else.  So I guess I was looking for a massage and someone told me that the people running Ads in Real Detroit were like massages but then I would get the happy ending.  I mean, What’s the deal?

She explained it to me and got all naughty right away but I mean – come-on, I knew she was figuring I’m like the average Scrap-Noob that calls in and has to pay for female attention.  She’s like,  “I give you a full body massage and you can play with my boobie and I’m super attractive and BLAH BLAH BLAH and I cut her off.  Look, I have girls I can do that with, but the main thing I want is to know if you can give a good massage.  My back is killing me.  How much do you charge for all that?

Her:  $200
Me:  $200!?  You better have like Golden hands or something!  You’re shit better be AMAZING.
Her:  Ya I am.  Blah Blah Blah – Sales Pitch Bullshit
Me:  Look!  Here’s the deal.  You ever watch Curb Your Enthusiasm?
Her:  What?
Me :  (repeat)
Her:  No?…
Me:  You ever hear of it?
Her:  No…
Me:  Do you have cable television?
Her:  Yea!
Me:  Ok where there’s this station on Cable but you might not have heard of it because it’s kind of a small station.  You ever heard of HBO?

So I go on to explain about the episode and it confused her because she was like, “Well I don’t have to do anything you don’t want me to do!”

I told her I didn’t care what she did but more important was if she could give me a good massage.  I told her again I had girls who could do the other stuff so I wasn’t too worried.

She said, “Well why don’t you have them give you a massage?”

I’m said, “Look!  I need a Pro!  These girls, the best I can get them to do is walk on my back because they don’t know what they’re doing.  That works for a little while but I need a pro that knows what they’re doing!

So I can’t remember exactly what I said then but all I know is we went off topic and it was a lot of me being CockyFunny or whatever and her starting to get more chatty.  We kinda stayed on the topic but it was more, I dunno – Vibey.

She started like saying, “I can drop the price to maybe $150 because you seem really cool and trust me, I make about $1500 a week and I just got two calls while I was talking to you.”

Me:  OOOOH!!!  (mocking her)  I mean it sounds really fun and everything but Jesus!  $200 is pretty fucking steep.  I can get a regular massage for like $60.

Her:  Yes you can.  (IOD)
Me:  Good Answer.

She laughed and I said, “Ok well here’s the deal.  I totally need a massage so MAYBE I’ll give you a call after the holidays and we’ll see what’s up.”

Her: OK well I can drop the price to $100 for you.
Me:  Yea I know but I still have to wait till after the holidays so I’ll see what’s up then.  I’ll call you.
Her:  So I’ll hear from you after Christmas?
Me:  After newyears MAYBE.
Her:  Ok…  (It sounded pouty)
Me:  You sound sad.
Her:  I AM.  You sound really Cute and Now you’re gonna go and I wont hear from you again.
Me:  (LOL) That’s funny.  OK  I’ll ALMOST-Promise to call you after the new-year.  Do you want me to give you an Almost Promise?
Her:  Yes
Me:  Ok.  I Almost-Promise to call you after Newyears.

Then she started rambling about how she thought I seemed really cool and cute and this went on for a couple minutes and then I said, “I’ll tell you what.  Do you go out?”

Her:  Yea.
Me:  Like you ever been to MonJinLau or D’Amato’s
Her:  I like to go out.
Me:  Well I’ll tell you what.  Maybe I’ll call you and you can come chill with me and a few friends.
Her:  I’d LOVE to come have a drink with you.
Me:  Well I mean you can just come out and Chill, like a friends type thing.
Her:  Yea,  I can come out and have a couple drinks with you!
Me:  You make it sound like a Date!  We’re not going on a Date.

She laughed and then I got another call from a girl who I’m considering having sex with even though she’s a bigger girl and I’m not attracted to bigger girls but this one is FUCKING CUTE.  I mean she has such a pretty face it’s Weird and her personality is super cool and she has Huge Boobs but again.  She’s a bigger girl.  I’m not into that shit.  Who knows.

So I said I had to take the call and she was like, “Wait!  What’s your name?  and I told her.”

I sent out a text tonight to the four girls I met today that said, “Kickass meeting you today.  Have a fun holiday”  She was the Second one to respond behind the black girl.

I am well aware she could be trying to game me as I game her, not to mention that I have not even seen her yet.  But that’s part of the fun.  Who hunts the hunter?

I’ll update this accordingly as events unfold.  Obviously it’s time to see how the transitioning from #close to !close will turn out.

Then a few days later…

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…

Lay Report: Blissfully Key Westy – Or I could name it Key West Fuck Parade to sound cool…

Tsod:

I’m posting these reports for the benefit of my students and other guys who I have directed here so they can learn pickup from Real Life experiences instead of endless theory.  Also, if you read the Seduction Chronicles you will notice that was one of the main intentions of this blog, to actually recycle some of the writings I’ve done online for various Forums or whatever.

The Good News about these reports is, that if you’re looking to get laid, I think these will be a Fantastic Resource for you to step up your game. I tend to break things down VERY Specifically.  I write stream of consciousness and many times I will dissect very deeply into why I did things or why specific tactics or techniques worked; and, of course, the proper mindset at the time.  (However, as an aside, I do notice how much my mindset has changed WAY for the better from a few years ago to now.)

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This story took place in 2009 back when I was in Key West on a journey to find my life.

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November 24th, 2009, 7:56 pm

Well if you read my last LR you know that I almost immediately hooked up with a tourist. Now it’s going on a month and about 10 days. I stopped sarging actively for the MOST part – even up till now I haven’t really actively sarged. There were a few times but not so many. I was running low on cash and needed my own place ASAP. I was lucky enough to find a guy who decided he’d work something out with me so I could pay in chunks for the first month.

So I got a job and started working and still I am in the hole. So work is priority. Cool! But I get 1 day off a week and work ends at 10pm and starts at 2pm. So I can do a little before and after BUT still, I don’t quite get into the “Go to the bar and NOT drink.” vibe. If I go out, I drink! That’s the fucking point of being in a bar.

I love the taste of alcohol, beer and wine and I love buzzes. I despise hangovers but oh well. You gotta pay to play. My point is I’m not going out as much because I’m trying to SAVE. And yet, I am not in a hurry at all!

Here’s why.

After the tourist I had a nice little romp with a gal I met in the spinach/lettuice section of Winn-Dixie, which is a Grocery Store chain down here. I open and vibed and timebridged her but it was about 3 weeks ago so I can’t remember the specifics. I was busy looking for work and a place to stay so the FR moved to the back seat.

The only thing is that she has also seemingly moved to the slow track. She seems to work alot and she is HOT. I mean HOT. She is definately in the top 3 chicks I have had naked and sucked all over her body. I didn’t full close. I keep being Mr Nice guy when it comes to LMR and keep fooling myself into believeing that I will make her want it more if I don’t fuck her right away. Why? I’m trying to tweak the idea of making them want to see me again. Whatever, I’ll figure it out. This is a new thing for me. I was fucking chicks faster and now I’m trying to slow it down – there is some experiment my brain is running with all this – I know it, I’m just not exactly sure what that is right now. I’ll know soon enough. I think that it has something to do with David X saying that when he KNEW he could fuck a chick he would make her wait.

And I think that shit works WITH the right followup AFTER you let her go without fucking her. I think the experiment is, trying to figure out WHAT exactly (by trial and error) that followup is; WHICH is what I think I have discovered!! (read on)

But the key is I met her at Winn Dixie. The set was fun. I exchanged numbers and during our talking I discovered she liked unfiltered sake. Well fuck me too so do I and for real. So we set up the day2.

On that set I drank. I can remember using some routines from the likes of Ross Jeffries, In10se, El Topo and a few of my own. The day2 ended with me leaving empty handed and going home alone EXCEPT for the fact that She paid for ALL my sake. I spent 0 dollars.

Meanwhile that was day2. Then I timebridged her that night. We decided to go out again a few nights later and so we did. We met up at Grand Vin.

The interestesting thing about this was the fact that this day3 sucked ass at the beginning. I was a little stressed because of my current limbo living situation and I met up with her. Although I had my game face on it was a tough night. This was a girl who had guys hitting on her when I was with her. The first guy was random nice guy chode AFC. He was a local from the island and struk up a conversation with her while I went to get a beer and go to the bathroom. I come back and he’s doing all the “Where do you work?” blah blah to her then starts playing the name game.

Fine. I kept trying to gain control of the conversation but my brain was not the usual chatterhouse of topics for the evening SO this guy kept regaining her attention. Finally I literally stood up from where I was sitting while talking about leaving and body-blocked him out of set. He got the hint and then sat back where he was before but that happened to be on the opposite side of me with my girl between us. He starts back in with the “Familiar” talk and soon I’m fighting for attention again and getting frustrated.

And then I hear him talking to her… and he slips in the SOI. The sexually suggestive comment. Fucker! He’s trying to snake my chick, but that was already obvious. Now it was just out in the open. So now I grab my drink and tell my chick, “Drink up… I’m tired of sitting here. I wanna walk.. It’s nice out.”

She relents but the vibe starts to get weird. We’re walking around and she’s walking ahead of me. There is obvious uncomfortableness going down. If this happens I usually stop walking and start going in different directions or whatever. I am not following the chick around. No way. I ended up turing down random streets and going all over the place because she kept walking ahead and doing shit that was uncomfortable and creating a shitty vibe. Maybe I was too but I was not about to be AFC and both follow and reward her bad behavior.

We run into this other guy she knows and Immediately the guy tries to AMOG me. He says, “Nice necklace.” and pokes my necklace.

And my inner self wants to smash him in his face. BUT then of course that would mean I lost my cool and blow the set. So I don’t. I keep my cool and thank him. We start chatting. He was out selling key-west coconuts which grow all over the place locally. You cut the top off and drink the coconut milk.

They went through the cursory “hello”s and I was polite enough to listen and just talk but not blow my frame. This guy was trying to be the alpha of the situation but I was throwing shit back. He decided to make me a coconut juice and hand it to me and then tell me, “Be careful and don’t spill it all over yourself.”

I replied, “Ya good idea. I don’t want to get my clothes all dirty like yours.” said very politely as I gestured to his clothing which was indeed dirty.

So he’s talking and soon he’s into what sounds to me VERY much like a comfort story; a fucking grounding sequence. Now I don’t think he’s a pua but he’s telling this girl i’m with an identity story. He’s at it a couple minutes and I’m listening thinking, “No way is this fucking guy going to run comfort on my chick in front of me!” (The thing is, I was just watching Tim’s Natural Method the day before where he talks about Chode Hope. I was thinking – “No – I AM doing Chode Hope right now! This will NOT STAND!”)

So he’s getting to a part of his story where he’s telling my chick, “You see… When I was growing up in my country…”

“You know what!?” I say really loud but evenly relaxed talking over him. I don’t wait for him to pause, “This is a pretty smart idea; selling these coconuts. I mean, you got your truck here filled with em. I know they grow free all over the island so there’s no overhead. You can go into people’s yards at night or whatever and pick their coconuts for free. I just had a lady yesterday almost beg me to come get them from the trees in her yard as long as I cleaned up after myself. Must be a pretty decent business. I bet you could even stay in your truck if you needed a cheap place to stay.”

I was saying this like it was the coolest thing in the world. I was acting truely interested while peppering him with DLV tags pretty quickly… and he just stood there not knowing what to say. There may have been more to my story but the deal was that I was making him out to be pretty much a homeless guy who lived in his truck and snuck into people’s yards in the middle of the night to steal their coconuts and sell them on the street.

Then after that I saw a cute chick a few feet away I had spoken with a couple of times on the island and I ejected the set leaving him and my chick HBIvy (from now on) to themselves. Of course a moment later HBIvy was saying “bye” to the guy and coming over to see who I was talking to…

We talked for a couple minutes and then I ejected and we started walking some more. The weird vibe was still there. I thought to myself, “Fuck This! It’s go time. This is either going to go to shit OR it’s gonna happen and it’s happening now.

So I brought light upon the situation. I called it out. I told her I knew the weird vibe was there between us and I’m not used to it. I said, “I’m a pretty laid back guy. I like to have fun. We had fun last time but this shit is weird. Let’s just call it a night.”

She told me she was hungry and wasn’t gonna go out tonight and tired and all this blah blah and she was sorry she was acting like this. Then we kept walking around talking about it for a couple minutes but it really wasn’t moving anything forward so finally I was just like, “Come here…”

Right in the middle of her complaining and griping I just stopped her and said it. She stopped and I pulled her in and kissed her. At first she was like… WTF? She kinda paused for a brief instant like she didn’t know what was going on and then I heard her say, “uh.. ok.” and the she started kissing me back.

Done deal. The vibe was immediately gone. We both relaxed instantly and started having fun. I said, “Look, I got alot of pressure too. I’m fucking couch surfing in the middle of a house where all they do is watch Family Guy, My Name is Earl and that fucking space show the Simpson’s guy made. To tell you the truth I would just LOVE to chill and watch a movie or listen to some kickass music somewhere; to chill, relax and have a drink.

She said, “we could go to my house…”

=)

I seem to be getting good at this. Chicks here are always inviting themselves to do shit with me. LOL. Be Interesting.

So back to her house we went. We started drinking sake. Constant kino was on. IOM was on. She draped her legs over me and I put on Pandora with only 1 artist inputted into it to set the entire mood: Tricky. That’s all I needed.

Long story short we were all over each other. I had her pretty much completely naked and this chick is HOT. Her fucking body is amazing and her tits? Funny thing. This girl is the sweetest girl on earth. She’s totally polite and nice and friendly and has that southern belle thing going but she had these amazing Fake tits – FAKE. LOL. The last thing I would have thought this chick would have is fake titties but there they were in all their glory – beautiful fake boobs. Her body was toned and awesome.

I pretty much licked and but every part of it – but for some reason I got LMR. That’s fine. I had an amazing time making out with her and she did with me as well. No sex? Not yet. It’s going to happen. Trust. Many say that if you miss the opportunity and don’t break through LMR it’s not going to happen. Bullshit.

I have proven to myself several times that indeed it WILL happen. I just did it again. The key is that guys get too focused on closing the girl once they hit LMR and then they try to finish the job. The girl knows this and then ASD kicks in and they guy is shut out. So what do you do? You let her know it’s cool and that sex is no big deal.

Then she will fuck you later. Brad-P says Girls are not in a hurry to have sex with you. They can pretty much wait indefinitely. GUYS are in a hurry. Girls sense when guys are in a hurry and then they don’t want it anymore. So the key is – don’t be in a hurry.

That’s where freezeouts come in. But in other situations I really just like to go home, leave her wanting more and then solidify it. I used to do this alot. Then I tried hurrying the close lately after I almost got there and then I realised that THAT is why the chicks were losing interest. I was trying to CLOSE them. TRYING.

So here I have just relaxed. I was working one day and there was this sexy, hot, black chick whom I was serving. She was reading some book by the guy who wrote the Davinci Code. I started flirting but Not flirting. I wasn’t really gaming either but I sense we both knew what was going on. She turned out to be a vet. She also had a bulldog.

“We should both walk our dogs together. I love that there are so many dog-friendly places here. I’ll tell you what. Do you have facebook? Cool! If you want write your facebook down on something before you leave and I’ll be in touch.” That was that.

So HB Davinci finished her food and reading and I brought her a bill. When she left her facebook was on a napkin and for 2 days I didn’t look for it. As a matter of fact once I did she had already found me and sent me a friend request. I befriended her and left a comment to one of her updates.

Her comment was along the lines of, “Going out tonight!” or some such blah-blah. It was on her wall. She was not necessarily directing it towards me. Or was she…? I said, “Lucky you. I’ll be at work till 10.”

She replied, “I’ll stop by and say hi.”

And she did – at what time? 9:30. Dressed sexy. My S.A (Server Assistant). was like, “That’s a beautiful girl!” and then next thing you know I’m talking to her and he hears me say, “So come by at about 10 and we’ll go have a drink.”

“You know her?” he asked me all bewildered…

“Ya. She’s a friend of mine.” I replied.

“She’s beautiful!!” he repeated like he was in awe.

And so I happily finished my work shift and went outside to see if she should show up. And I waited. Another girl I work with came out and was hanging around and mentioned she was going to go have a drink at a place nearby. She was most definitely hinting. I was getting the vibe HBDavinci wasn’t coming.

I still do the 15 minute rule (Louis & Copeland) and it was like 11 minutes in… Shit!

First of all, though – let me explain the backdrop of my work situation so you can get a look into the daily experience that is Me being a Server at a french cafe so you can kinda get an idea why “chick I work with” came out hinting about going to have a drink.

I work with mostly girls. There are several very cute chicks there. There is one ethiopian, one french chick, a few eastern europeans and a couple sexy young americans that work the coffee/bakery part. The ethiopian likes me – apparently she was instrumental in getting me hired. She is definately cute as hell and pretty cool. She even rides a motorcycle. I’ll call her HBMezerat. She kisses me on the lips every day. She comes by and rubs me or brushes me or pokes me. We are very affectionate to each other. Keep in mind I work with these chicks, though, so when you say, “Well then how come you’re not fucking her yet?” my answer to you might be – well, because I work there and I will fuck her or I wont but I’m not going to blow out the set and risk weirdness at work. Just going out with this chick in public is great social proof especially when, like last night, the OTHER hot chick I work with comes along. HBFrancais is a sexy ass, well built french chick that speaks broken english. HOT. She has called me “Rrrrrrrr” a few times as if she purrs my name. She also Might like me.

We give each other eskimo kisses and shit like that but she is very naturally push-pull. She complained a couple days ago how I never called her. Then I said, “Ok we’ll go have a drink tomorrow. I promise.”

Then the next day she couldn’t but I played it perfectly. I developed the art of suggestion without ties. I will throw something out there as an open ended statement. “I’m going to have a drink after work.”

If she says, “That sounds like fun.” well then it’s on.

BUT

If she says, “I can’t tonight…” Then my response is usually something like, “No… Silly ass. I wasn’t inviting you. I already have someone who wants to hang out.”

Last night HBMezerat was trying to Coquette me complaining about a text I sent her that said “Jerk.” After she bitched about it she left to go across the street to a different bar. Trying to get me to chase. Seconds later HBFrancais noticed me sitting there NOT following them all across the street and came over to me, “You come with?”

I was like,”I dunno. I’m just chilling. I like this place.”

“Noooo. You come with.” She wasn’t demanding, she was trying to convince me with her broken english to come with them.

So I’m gaming, work style. It kinda just has to “sort of happen.” If I’m gonna fuck these chicks. HBMezerat is trying to get me to chase. I’m just kinda sitting back playing it cool. There are other girls there. I have had my ass pinched a couple times at random. I feel good at this place. I work nights alone (serving as the only server) mostly but whatever… It’s fun.

Another example: Two days ago HBMezerat came into the room where I was getting drinks or whatever. Let’s call it the kitchen. The kitchen is right next to the bake shop where the young but legally aged girl works who has a cute face BUT an amazingly tight body. So anyway, Mezerat kissed me full on the lips. The HBbakeshop said “Ooooohhhh. Nice one.” and then today I went in to check my schedule and I get hit by a wad of paper thrown by a smiling HBbakeshop… She’s flirting now. Ha! Social Proof.

On the same note but in a different way, I flirted with a chick way way back when I first got here who was working in a coffeeshop. I found out she was from My old stomping grounds – go figure. Flint, MI – Almost home of Juggler who says he’s from Flint but was really a Flushing kid. That’s a little – Alot Nicer than Flint. But he told me once his parents were the original owner’s of Mad Hatter. You’ll only know wtf I’m talking about if you too were a Flint Kid.

So The chick ended up being married to another Flint Kid. The thing is, I believe in Honor. So as cute as I think the Flint Chick is I will not try to go for her because I met the Flint guy and he’s cool people. So with that in mind now we are all friends. Cool shit. I have another Flint crew and it’s not even in Flint. AWESOME!! There’s something about a Flint crew. I can’t explain it. Some of my best memories ever were with my old Flint crew and at that time I was a hopeless AFC. Now I’m a cool guy. The girl is giving me shit all the time now. She said playfully last time we hung out, “You’re not getting any pussy tonight. You’re chilling with the crew.” and then goes into this story about how she sees me talking to this girl or that girl and how she feels bad because they’re always like, “WTF. There goes R—— again talking to some chick.” and how they’re already on their way to this place or that so they’re accidentally cbing me. Not really. Why?

Because then she went into another story about her cute roomate who would totally be awesome for a guy like me. “She’s just like you. She can fuck a guy and be like, “that was that!” and not get all attached.” You guys should really meet each other. And I met her today by chance as I went to get a coffee at the place where the Flint Chick works. So I did my proper timebridge on a warm set and soon enough… Wednesday night we are going to “Walk my Dog.” That’s my lazy man’s approach to a Timebridge. Sonics took a picture of my dog and sent it to me. It’s a BEAUTIFUL pic of my bulldog with his mouth open. It looks like he’s smiling. So I always show women the pic. Done deal. But I digress so without further ado;

Now back to our story: So the chick who came out to hint at a drink with me is an entirely different server and I almost bit too but seconds later here came HBDavinci. PS – No dog. I love how a timebridge works. The actual reason we’re hanging out is almost never the actual thing we do. Not that I don’t LOVE my dog. However, we did walk back to my house a few blocks away and get my dog. I really don’t want to keep calling my dog “my dog” but his name is totally recognisable so I have to think up an Alias; a wing name if you will. I got it… Toby!

So we went and got Toby – it’s kinda the David DeAngelo bit about going in and leaving again. That’s what we did. On the walk to G—-V– I was kinoing her around her back and moving a little to not make the kino stale. I think I’ve heard some guys shit all over the concept of putting your hand on the small of the back, “Creepy small of the back guy!” or whatever. However just like alot of this shit it’s not the What but the HOW.

I learned from a Lesbian Friend of mine, HBSmokey, that women love it when you Massage the small of the back. They have alot of tension there. That’s where the small of the back thing came from. It’s just that guys don’t really know that for the most part so they just stand there all douchy like with their hand hovering on the small of her back looking like a retard. However, I usually do 2 places. The back of their neck or the small of their back and I am kneading with my fingers. Lightly on the neck and a little more forceful on the small. They like it alot. So if you wanna put your arm around her and put your hand on the small of her back, make it useful and you’ll set yourself apart from the rest of the chodes out there. Even routine it. “Women have alot of tension in the small of your backs. How’s this feel…? Alright but that’s all you get.”

Soon – Bam, her arm was around my back in return before we even got to our first day2 venue. Once we got there it was chit-chat and a couple light routines maybe and soon I just went for the kiss. Done deal. I don’t really even say much anymore. I just know when it’s time to kiss for the BEST effect. I’m not talking Club Makeout; I’m talking about kissing them when it’s seductive and escalates the interaction sexually. Like the sexual door opens and I step through at the right time. You learn this by skipping all the Kiss Routines and just feeling it in your gut. Instinct. When you’re with a girl you will FEEL it. Things will be progressing and your body will tell you, “Kiss her now.” You do. It doesn’t matter where you’re at or when it happens. She’s feeling it too so fuck it, just go for it. You may even fail. She may turn away. But it’s there and EVEN in many cases where a chick denied me at first it REALLY set the tone and I ended up fucking her anyway.

In the other extreme when I was afraid to go for it when my body said GO the interaction would stale, especially if I said, “Well I’ll just wait till the right time.” The right time is when you’re body says GO because according to the book, “The One Hour Orgasm.” when you are feeling something like that it is BECAUSE she is feeling it too. Like you are sending primal messages to each other on an instinctive level.

You can get an idea by watching videos like the ones at Girlkiss.com Sounds stupid but they really do put on a good act of capturing the IOM for kissing. PS – Don’t get all hot and masturbate to it – it’s for EDUCATION. Save it for the field.

Plus the seduction location Grand Vin is a GREAT place. Not too busy, not too not busy. It’s a quaint old house with a nice sized 2 tier patio outside and usually there is a cool live band playing on one corner of the upper tier of the patio. Lot’s of wine, good selection of beer and I’m socially proofed with the staff already. The gal that works there likes to give me a big hug and we usually kiss each other full on the lips when I go there to chill. Perfect mood-setting location if you are EVER in Key West. (PS – if you are look me up! This is a virtual PUA playground.)

Grand Vin Wine Bar – Key West, FL

So we’re sitting, listening to music. She’s drinking wine and me beer. I think back at my house I started doing Brad-P smart Girl tests to her. Anytime there was a moment where I couldn’t think of something to keep the interaction flowing I would fall back on the Smart-Girl tests and ask some random question. “What’s the capital of Bolivia?” Then I would give her ratings. “Right now you’re about 60% I dunno. I mean you’re pretty good; a D if you were in school. That’s passing.”

Then I switched them up.. The questions over time became a little more… Louis and Copeland/Ross Jeffries. What’s your favorite thing about kissing? She said, “Hmmm. I’d have to think about that one.” Paydirt. now she’s thinking so while she was I switched the question.

“Ya. Ok. If you could think about the most amazing kiss you’ve ever had, how would you describe it?” Then she answered me and I picked out the trance words and fed it back followed by the ever popular, “…Now… With me, It’s something that’s really different and amazing.”

Grand Vin – Inside at the bar – don’t worry – none of these girls are people I know… 😉

Something like that.

Then eventually we were on to something else and I think I just upped the kino (back of the neck, brush her cheek, quick peck on the cheek, quick peck on the back of the neck, more brushing cheek-back of neck and then…. In! Maybe that seems like alot but really if you’re doing this constant kino style from the beginning (yes you kinda have to escalate to this point) then it should almost be natural. In other words, it’s no big deal because you’re incorporating it into the entire set While you’re doing your other stuff.)

Good kisser too! PDA is a great sign for me on a day-2. It always means it’s going further. This is a FAR different vibe than cheesy club make out where the chick never talks to you again. Eventually we finished our drinks, grabbed some more hootch (there’s a liquor store RIGHT across the street from me as well as a 2 bars – all the fixins.) and back to my house.

I hooked up my laptop to my stereo, sat in this plastic lawn chair that is currently the only seating in my front room, and plugged it in. I picked out a mix by Roger Sanches. I looked at her standing next to me and asked, “You ever listen to Roger Sanches?” and then we started making out. I thought that was awesome as a kiss close! next thing you know she was in my lap and soon enough she was naked. I noticed something though – Pad…

No. Not Pad-Thai. Pad-Time of the Month.

Oh well. We madeout for a LOOOONG time and I got almost full access. Meanwhile I was seeding anti-asd kinda stuff because I knew I was not fucking a girl I just met in the Red-Zone. If you’re like WTF? Ask Sonics to write a post if he hasn’t already.

So no… Ha! I didn’t fuck her that night. We talked about it later; Sonics and I; and he reminded me of a theory I have heard several times from “Guru’s” throughout the community, “If you don’t !close a chick after you’re in Seduction she will Backwards Rationalize that she didn’t want to have sex with you and you’re done for.”

In other words – if you don’t fuck her the first night (assuming you’ve gone sexual), you wont fuck her. But BEFORE I knew that rule it was common practice for me to do just that. I would go really sexual with a chick and then not necessarily fuck her. Then she would come back later and I’d finish the deal. It has happened not just a couple time, but several times.

Yes there are times I have gotten to third base with a chick and then that’s all, but I’m not complaining. Lol… Here’s a little secret about what makes me tick. It’s NOT so much the Fucking her, it’s the UNDRESSING her. Meeting a chick, talking to her and then going through the steps to have her naked in front of me, while many times I still haven’t even taken my shirt off yet is So fucking sexy to me. Sure I follow suit soon enough but it’s just the point. Here’s some chick who was eating a Panini in my restaurant one minute and the next she has no clothes on and I was the one who removed them with her complete participation!

(insert 3rd bass youtube video – the cactus)

I mean, think about that. That’s AWESOME! This chick’s body too…!? She admitted to doing yoga, but she was of Haitian descent. What’s that mean. Her upper body was TIGHT. Like solid. Her tits were not too big/not too small and fit perfectly for her tones stomach and shoulders BUT – Then she had this amazing Black-Girl ass! WOOHOO!!! I really couldn’t keep my hands off it. Jesus! So here I am all excited as shit but I have to see her again.

So what do I do…? I’ve tried everything by now. Guess what works the best?

Nothing. (Or at least a huge “I don’t give a shit” vibe.)

That’s the gist of it. When I send them a text the next day saying I had fun, or Good times or really ANYTHING like that it’s OVER! So I thought back and realized…. The ones I fucked after were the ones I really didn’t chase after they left without fucking me. So in her case I DIDN’T contact her at all the next day.

Soon enough she sent me a text literally telling me how she regretted LEAVING my house that night. I had, at my home, successfully seeded AND timebridged to see her again wednesday of the following week. My texts were simple and to the point. “Good things come to those who wait.” And “Wednesday night…”

That was it.

She sent me back, “Wednesday night! ”

And wednesday night she came over, we fucked, done deal. The sexual STATE was already there. I didn’t really have to do shit. IOM was still going when she came over. It was (pardon my cliche) so think in the air you could cut it with a knife.

So now, I have a very flirty vibe at work, I have a day4 tonight with an FB, I have a day2 tomorrow with a cute chick that my Flint Crew hooked me up with. And ALSO I have sporadic slow track follow-ups with a couple chicks who I threw into the mix. HBIvy is one of them and there are a few more minor seductions involved that really haven’t progressed enough to write about. Mostly they are on slow track game.

There is something I thought about last night. I am, if I am going to give myself a rating, a Green-PUA; a Green-charm. To me, this is how it should be for someone to have hit that point of BASIC Pua-ness. I am No Longer an AFC or even an rAFC (which, I believe that MOST people who call themselves PUA really are.) but I have stepped it up. Women are starting to be abundant in my life and really, I’m not even trying really hard. I maybe go out a couple times a week (OUT-out) and the rest is just picking up naturally without really going out of my way to do it. I’m sure if I wasn’t lazy about pick-up I could already be AMAZING but… Well… I am a simple man. I’m not trying to be the best in the world. I’m not trying to be the Champion of PUAs to impress other guys. I just love the company of women. I don’t wanna go out and do 18 sets a night. I want women to be magnetically drawn to me. I think it’s starting to happen.

When I save money again I will be doing a workshop to see what good Really Is. I keep hearing that term thrown around lately in my PUA studies. “Most guys think they’re good until they see what Good really is.”

I will see, I will find out, I will emulate and I will throw in my own, “Kick it up a notch!” like Emeril and THEN… Then I’ll know what “Good” really is.

PS – If you are reading this and like what I wrote – Get your ass to Key West for a minute. This is a place to come to run some game.