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

(continued from part I)


So, of course I continued my little flirty assault on her.  She like it.  There is no mistaking it, but soon she excused herself.  But not before I had an opportunity to say, “Hey wait.  Before you go…  I’m big on first impressions and…  Well lets go have a drink or something sometime.”  But one of the common themes of Chicago reared it’s ugly head.

“Sorry.  I have a Boyfriend.  But thank you!”  This was not the typical blow off.  This was genuine and I’m not some subtle mind reader, I am HORRIBLE at reading a girl’s signals (as you will find out later).  She was glowing like a Christmas Tree when she said it.  She was genuinely flattered and she let me know it.  Now, thanks to This Guy – Dan Tena who has his own blog, I decided to try something new.  I usually am pretty cool about the whole “Boyfriend Girlfriend Dynamic” I mean that.  I love me some relationship so usually when a girl tells me, “I’m sorry I have a boyfriend.” I usually make small talk for about 1 more minute, to basically not be a douchebag, and then excuse myself.  But Dan suggests that instead, maybe we say to the gal something like, “Hey!  Let’s go find a bathroom and we’ll worry about your boyfriend later!!”

JUST KIDDING!  NO – That’s not what he suggests.  Never do that!

Well…  Unless it’s like a swinger party or something..

No, what Dan suggests is you say something along the lines of, “Well that’s cool.  I really like you.  How about we keep in touch and if you and your boyfriend ever split up, NOT that I want that to happen, but you know….  Just in case, then maybe I can be the first guy you think of.”  Basically I tried it, with my tired, half-sleepy mind and…  Well she was still beaming even more but she was holding tight.  So we chatter for about 1 more minute and I cut her loose.  But not until her face was beaming red and she had a smile from ear to ear.   That’s how I like a rejection to be.

About a couple minutes later the phone rang.  It was a girl I met after my last bar interview. That night I had walked into a Trader Joe’s to get something easy to eat.  I always like to go to the counter with the free nibblies in the back of the store and see what they have.  I am actually that cheap ass bastard that will wander through the stores with food displays trying everything I can.  (I am NOT the cheap ass bastard that will make it a point to shop on the days when they have free food to get some lunch.)  This time they happened to have a VERY cute girl making some shrimp dip on crakers.  I had no intention of flirting and it just sort of happened.  The girl I was talking to, we’ll just refer to her as Snowflake, had just moved here from out west and was dreading winter.  We got on a conversation of where she would like to live most and why.  She said Utah; she liked to hike and she loved nature and mountain climbing…  Things that are very much NOT Chicago.

Of course I started making fun of her about that, “You realize your decision to move to Chicago makes absolutely zero sense.”  She agreed.  We had a good vibey chat and soon I suggested, “Hey…  If I don’t get your number I’m gonna kick myself in the ass later.  This conversation is too much fun.”  At first she resisted, but it wasn’t a rejection.  Resistance and rejection are two different animals.  She just wanted me to convince her a little.  Her mind was wondering, “Why?”

So I told her, “I’m a very ‘in the moment’ kind of guy.  I had no intention of coming here.  I don’t even know why I did. (This was true.) So maybe this is all some esoteric bullshit, blah blah but maybe there’s a reason I did after all.  I figure, fuck it.  Let’s see what happens.”  It was so cute.  She grabbed this little, yellow, paper snowflake and wrote down her name and number on it.  I got in the habit recently of asking a girl, “Do you like Text or Phone?”  That’s because I’m starting to realize some girls prefer one over the other.  Some will almost never respond to text.  Some will never answer the phone and will text you back a minute later.  So we touched base a few times and this was her calling me back.  We had cool little flirty exchange over the phone and decided we would hang out on Sunday.  I always try to change the subject after making plans on the phone.  I want at least 1 more solid topic to be discussed.  I’m not doing fucking business, I’m talking to a real person I genuinely like.  So I don’t want to make plans and then be like, “Ok…  Gotta go!”  I feel like she would even realized, “Ok.  That was lame.”  But texting is different.  If I make text plans I basically don’t see the need to keep texting.  Over-texting is MUCH, MUCH easier to do than over talking on the phone.   For instance, I was just out with a very attractive, athletic, blond, tall (I’m really just saying this for my own benefit 😉 girl last night.  We set things up by text.  Once we chatted by text a little and then I moved to set things up, as soon as she agreed, I basically just confirmed with, “Cool… Cool…” and that was that.  I don’t think it makes sense to keep blasting away by text; on the phone continuing seems natural and kind of is.   When you over text it can come across, in my opinion, as try-hard or weird if you are just texting to get a response.

Anyway so I got off the phone after talking about something random and got back to my shopping.  I got two giant turkeys for 79 cents a pound and took them to the register.  The thing is, that the flirtyness was on.  It’s like a switch I can’t really turn off once I flick it on.  It get’s me free stuff like coffee, discounts, kisses, food, and once I even got a free dustpan.  I think in this case I was making fun of the girl at the register who’s name was Margarita.  I asked her if she made really good margaritas and she admitted to me she didn’t drink.  So with my wittiness I came up with the ever so smooth line of, “So you’re like a walking…  A walking…”

“A walking what?”  she wondered aloud.  But the funny thing is, as tired as I was a simple word like “contradiction” didn’t pop up into my head.  It was just gone.  It’s like the computer was missing one of the files to run, “Flashy Seduction Banter Conversation 1.2”.  But I still make her laugh and just went with it.  She ended up giving me 5% off on my stuff.

I got in the car and was just like, “alright.. time for me to go home.”  So I pulled out of the Target Parking lot and..  Oh wait, there’s an Aldi across the street and I need some eggs.  The only place with cheaper eggs that I know of are the Mexican Grocery Stores and I wasn’t close to any of them.

One of My favorite Grocery Stores in Chicago

So I did just that.  I got out of my car and started walking towards the store.  I saw what I thought was a panhandler standing a few feet to the left of the door, and was trying to think how I was going to spot him any money when I had almost none myself, since I don’t start me new job until they are finished building the place.  He started yelling something to me.  He repeated it.  I couldn’t hear him at first but finally it registered.  He was saying, “Your car is rolling!  Your car is rolling!”

Sure enough I looked back and my car was indeed rolling.  I’m sort of used to the randomness of life by now so I basically just sauntered back to my car like nothing strange was happening and re-parked it, but leaving the stick in gear to prevent it from rolling back out.

Inside the store I spotted this cute Latino girl with a snazzy little hat on her head.  I kept going.  “I’m getting groceries, I’m not out to flirt.”  I grabbed a few things including a couple chickens, because I LOVE baked chicken.  No no.  I have devoured so many chickens in my life it’s not even funny.  Sorry if you’re vegan or vegetarian.

“Should I be coming to your house later?” says the black girl at the register, eyeballing my chicken.

“Yes.” I said quickly, then added, “What are you a big fan of chicken?” She was nice, but not the type of girl I’m really interested in, so I kept the conversation kind of mundane. “I can pop a chicken in the over for like 4 hours and go do my stuff and it’s ready when I get home.”

She told me how much she loved chicken and finished cashing me out. Time to move on. I was feeling tired and just wanted to go home. Carrying my box of groceries, I spotted the cute Latino chick with the snazzy hat. She was sitting Indian Style (what do we call it now? Yoga style? Vanyasa or something? Cross legged like I am right now as I write this.) on this counter thing near the door. I smiled and realized my body was walking towards her. Oh shit. Here we go again…

Sitting Indian Style from Photobank

“What are you doing?” I asked. I was wondering why she was sitting on some counter in an Aldi with her legs crossed. Also, she was cute. We got into a little discussion about how she was there for Adderall. This didn’t really catch me off guard at all. Aldi is in Uptown. Her openness about it didn’t even really surprise me. I kind of have a thing for the dirty girls. Not dirty in the sense that she was like filthy, but dirty in the sense of that she was involved in some sort of drug deal. I don’t like drugs. I don’t do them. I wouldn’t even be involved with anyone who did drugs more than on a casual basis but to be honest, I have had some big crushes on some trashy women.

I always feel a sense of empathy for them. Maybe it’s bullshit. Yes, these women are smart enough to not be victims but I think my literary side enjoys this element of storybook vagabond that some of these women represent. There was this part of the story Confessions of an English Opium Eater by Thomas De Quincey where he fell in love at one point with this street girl. He would go see her every day at the same place for a while. They didn’t have shit but each other and that concept really peaks my romantic side (go figure). One day, however, she is gone. He doesn’t know how or where or what happened to her. I think he looked all over the city but never found her. That’s the kind of shit that happens in this life. We have things. We have people. We have loved ones. We become attached to things the way they are and then…

Things change at the drop of a hat. 1 year. 5 years. 10 or 12 or 15 of 35 or 60 years of our lives we have things or people or pets or whatever that we love, that we grow fond of and attached to and then one day, in one moment those things are GONE. We walk into a room and someone we love is dead and purple faced. Your dog is floating in the swimming pool. You watch another dog have a heart attack and die in front of you, because of something you did. Another dog you love dearly goes mad and gets dangerous and you have to take him in and get him put to sleep. A girl you date who tells you all the time how amazing you are, and how she wants to pursue a future with you, suddenly changes her mind out of the blue one day. All the things she seemed to love about you in the past are the same things she says she doesn’t like about you now.

Things we love, and grow accustomed to do not stay forever. We have to lose them some day. It’s just the way things work…

But where there is pain, sometimes there is pleasure. Some of us are so accustomed to a little pain maybe it would feel strange if there wasn’t an element of it in everyday life. Maybe that appeals to us. So maybe a chick who has some dark side appeals to us as much as her good side that might be buried in the midst of that darkness (and vice versa). After a moment of talking to the Latina, I found out she wasn’t there to BUY the Adderall, she was there to sell it. She told me about the lady who was coming to meet her, who came to meet her every week, same time, same place. The lady didn’t want her to know where she lived or worked or really any personal information about her.

I looked at Latina. She was smiling, dressed nice, put together well. You wouldn’t think she was a drug dealer. I’m not even sure she was, but if she’s waiting at a market to push Adderall on some random it’s kind of logical to think she probably doesn’t do it with just this one person. We flirted. The conversation got a little sexual pretty fast, not blatently but more punny like. I told her I had a blog. She asked if it was about sex, and I answered her honestly.

“Sometimes. It’s about my personal life but about all sorts of random shit. It’s not just about sex, but let’s say you and I hooked up. I might be tempted to write about it.”

She gave me kind of a hard time but I explained it was all anonymous. I ended up giving her my number after a few more minutes of bullshitting and not before she said to me, “I bet you have a lot of sex,” and off I went. I got close to my car and I heard a voice behind me. It was a man, and I knew who it was. The guy who was leaning against the building, the one who warned me about my car rolling, was approaching me. I turned around and told him the truth. “Man, look, I’m broke like you.” I’m not working right now either.

But the thing is, I still feel obligated to share what I do have. So, for the extra effort of him warning me about my car, which I know he did to score points with me so he could solicit me for some money, I gave him $1. That’s really all I could afford. I jumped in my car and realized. I had hotdogs, bologna and other things but no bread. All I eat if I eat bread is sprouted protein bread. I’m trying to convince myself that I am on some sort of diet and eating healthy so I buy healthy things. So off to Trader Joes.

Once I got there I drove by the front window on my way to the parking garage, and noticed something that made my heart race a little. I saw this chick working one of the registers and she had something about her that Instantly turned me on. Something I found so fucking hot that I noticed it, even though I was out in the street driving by. I had to meet her…

The Chrissy Chronicles

Themesong of the Day:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

OK stop getting me sidetracked!!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The fucking incense is GOLD information in and of itself.

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

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

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…