Setting Up the Date: Texting Made Complicated ;)

Been a long time since I posted.  Sometimes I give, sometimes I take.  It is mine to know which and where.

So this is Hilarious ADVANCED level shit right here.

I NEVER want to forget this text exchange.

Back story, I was with one of my students (you know who you are) and I saw this cool, young chick with Rainbow dyed hair and I opened her and got the number.  (More back story, so much has happened in my life I didn’t even post.  I am starting to wonder if, I just didn’t find it interesting enough to share even though so much of it was completely relevant to my DreamPath.  Maybe one day.  Meanwhile now in my life I am coaching guys, teaching them to date.)

I was supposed to hang out with her a few nights ago and she flaked. She’s 20 – it’s expected.

Then she didn’t but she texted me and I was able to reframe her earlier shit into another date which is supposed to be tonight.

So today I sent her a text for fun since we made the date like 3 or 4 days ago. I don’t always recommend this unless you can do it the right way, because checking can KILL the seduction since you come across as Needy and Weak.

This is the kind of shit I do with women that I wish I could ALWAYS share but then I forget and regret it later when I never get around to it and forget or the texts get erased or whatever.

Here we go. See if you cats can pick out what I’m doing. I will be happy to explain it later. If you can break this apart and pick up all the subtle nuances you will be a text fucking MASTER.

Me: And yes HB Rainbow Dash . . . To answer the question that is buzzing around in your head from time to time, We are still on for 8pm tonight


HB Rainbow Dash: I don’t think I’ll be meeting you tonight, , , I’m sorry if you changed your plans around for it but I think this whole situation is just kind of weird. The couple of people I told you about think you are probably a drug dealer.

Me: HAHAHA ! That’s Hilarious! This is a GREAT story to tell my friends 🙂 Drug Dealer . . LOL It’s so ridiculous I can’t even be offended you just said that

Her: Why else do you have clients at night, know tons of women, and won’t tell me anything about yourself. . .

Me: Wait. How am I supposed to tell you about myself? We met for like 5 minutes . . You want me to text you my life story?

Her: No, but it’s also the fact that you’re twice my age and asked me out as a complete stranger. It’s just out of the ordinary

Me: And fyi. I work Day AND Night w my clients . Not just Nights. And I don’t recall you even asking me What I do? you’re so cute and funny all at once

Her: I have things planned for Saturday anyway, from 5 until 10 or so

Me: How am I twice your age? Lol . . We never even talked about age. Actually I’m 4 times your age. 79 I just look Really Young for my age . . 🙂

Her: Haha. Because you look way older than me. What is it you want from me anyway. 😉

Me: Hahaha. This is AWESOME! You have this whole Fantasy built about me from meeting me for 5 minutes and 5 texts 🙂 You TOTALLY watch too many movies

Her: No I don’t! People get abducted and raped, and how am I to know you’re not a creeper

Me: I’ll tell answer your question in a second but let me get this straight. So I’m a Fifty year old Drug Dealer who lives a secret night-life surrounded by women and my seedy underworld clientele. And you scientifically came to that conclusion how exactly ?

Her: Hahaha/ That’s basically what my friends have chalked you up to, yes. But 40, not 50. So you think there is absolutely nothing sketchy about an older man approaching a young woman as a complete stranger, and asking for her number and to go out to clubs?

Me: Hahaha! Could it be that I’m just a cool, social guy? Might it be that simple? I mean sure, that sounds a LOT crazier than Underworld Drug Boss. BUT might I just be a normal, cool, attractive guy with a lot of friends who just lives a fun life?

Lol. Yes it could, but I’d rather not risk my life in an unfamiliar city with a strange man who could easily drug and/or overpower me

Me: Ok. So to answer your question. What do I want? I saw a cool looking woman with orange hair. (Rainbow apparently) so I started talking to her. Pretty normal, right? So then She seemed like she might be kind of cool and fun so I did the normal thing and exchhanged numbers with her. She texted me 15 minutes later and told me I seemed like a nice guy.

Her: “Hmm, he SEEMS like a nice guy” – Tommy Boy

Me: So the next rational step I could think of was, “Hey . She seems cool and she seems to think I’m cool so we should go adventure in the city. I could show her some cool shit. I could take her to Wicker Park and maybe get her into some place to watch some punk bands or whatever and she could relate and go “Cool! I didn’t even know this part of the city was here!” And we could do the normal shit 2 cool people do together and have this fun.

Her: Ah, shush. Alright alright. I need to get some research done first but I can meet you at 8. I’ll probably be at the coffee plac then anyway


Me: Apparently you have friends in the FBI and they must have found out about my Nefarious Underworld Connections, and that I’m not a cool guy at all but Really I’m one of the 5 Bosses of the Notorious Chicago Drug Cartel. I am surrounded at all times by my bitches and hoes and my collection of Gangster Clients.

Her: Ahahahahah, wow. Okay, now I think you are entirely too amusing to not talk to again in person

Me: HAHA! I’ll make sure to wear my big feather hat and purple fur coat.

Me: See you l8r. I’ll try to keep my bitches in check

Her: Lol. Don’t forget the cain!

Me: Oh you mean my cain with the big crystal and gold rose at the top of it? . Ya. I’ll make sure I have it with me. That how I get RESPECT !

Her: Oh – Kay. . . Lol. Where are me meeting again?

By the way, to see the BREAKDOWN of SPECIFICALLY what I was doing in this text conversation scroll down to the bottom of this page to click the next article arrow on the bottom right called “The Seduction of Rainbow Dash Part 1”  In that is the specific mindsets, ideas and tactics I used to get this chick out with me.



Ramblings of a Drunken Libra High on Red Wine

(For Best Results, Click on the Links which may help you understand where my mind was at.  Of course some of them are music links so you may want to play them one at a time to not hurt your ears… ~Sober Ronnie)

I get it. I get it .. I get it. People are like, “I don’t know what to make of this fucking blog. I like it alot, but there’s this part of me inside that hates the part of me that likes it… Because… Well I get it. I don’t know. I have this growing list of followers, I have… Ich Habe.

I have twitter followers. Some are like, “I’ll follow this crazy cat cuz maybe he’ll follow me so I can sell him my sleep snake oil and my e-book for $237.99 on how to cure his sleep problem… Or I got some people that for sure are interested. I have followers. The posts I write where I think, “This is fucking amazing shit!”… No one cares. Then I’m half awake or hung over or whatever and I’m thinking, “Fucking what is this trash?” and people like and follow and re-blog and whatevah!

What am I doing this for? Well maybe it’s because I need some way to outlet. I wanna let my outlet out. I wanna shoot out and write shit on a page and really if people are like, “what the fuck is this nonsense?” It’s not about that. I know I know I know that there’s that one motherfucker reading my post that is like, “This craziness speaks to me!”

Did you expect to see Johnny Depp?

Am I a philanderer…? Not as much as the word, “Seduce” suggests. Look, fucking women these days can have a heart of lead. Or maybe of venom and acid. Or maybe some of the can have a heart of gold and they are like, “Oh I notice you have a heart of gold too! How nice! Can I see it?”

….Speech is may hammer, bang the world into shape… now let it fall…

And I am like, “Yes. I have a beautiful fucking heart. Look. It’s beautiful. Here… See?”

And the girl is like, “It is really beautiful. Look how nice and pure and… Innocent…” Then in a swift movement she throws it violently to the ground and exclaims, “What would happen if… I did THIS!?” as she lifts her leg and then stomps down hard on the heart I had just entrusted to her… She repeats it a couple more times.. She stomps it and that fucker keeps beating, and I’m left thinking to myself.. “This was the next girl in line who ….

Who the judges decided… are…

… Who would be my next lover and I would have the happy ending (no,,, not like that pervert…) and we would sail off in the sunset and do some cool shit. We would seal out lives together and promise each other poems.”

Keep in mind.. Oh I suppose I should tell you.. . I am about a half a bottle into some Gato Negro and I am half way through a bottle of Left Handed Milk Stout. Yummy. But now you are getting a little of the Dragon. The Dragon talks the same but different than I do.

So let’s get ready for the…. re … rea… read…. ready for the …. Music…

So at this point I’m basically saying. Look. I was a naive prick at one time that chased after the “Man Eater” type, Manoswollowasaurus. And I was hurt several times. Sure… That’s life. But as Athene says, “You’re either a Pro or you’re a Noob… That’s Life…” So I guess I decided.. “I’m gonna be a pro.” Why the fuck not.

And o my purpose in life it 2 fold. Find kickass woman to be by my side.. And SEU

(I’m sure there was more to this…  I’ll have to do this again sometime ~Sober Ronnie)