LR: HB Creole Legs

Ok, I’m a little tired today so let’s see if I can do this.  I’m going to try and cut out a lot of the meat and get to my points.

1.  I opened direct, but not what people consider direct, which is really not direct but a canned line, “Hey, I thought you were cute and I just wanted to meet you.”  I did more like what David X would say to do and whatever you like about her, you tell her, and that means EXACTLY what you think, not padded or soft. INTENT from the get go.

2.  Combined element of and INTENTION (different from intent) and Synchrodestiny.  This was a little different than how I would usually play the game but it worked fabulously.  I have been meaning and meaning and meaning to write a post on this but it hasn’t happened yet.  I will soon.  Basically the idea is stuff that people like Deepak Chopra, and Wayne Dyer teach.  That is, also, what I have been teaching people like Boom! and Jawsome (students) a little.  It kind of just came out in my most recent bootcamps, but it has seemed to be really powerful.  That is, you got up today with the INTENTION of talking to women.  So every woman you see is actually there for you to talk to.  It is LIFE giving you a GIFT.  It is NOT accidental that you decided to go meet women, and that you see a woman you like, and that your mind is telling you to talk to her.  It is ALL the NATURAL ORDER OF THINGS.  If you don’t approach you are slapping life in the face.  That’s a VERY basic run down, I will get into details later when I write the thread.

So, I was walking around near my place in a nice little neighborhood that I like to frequent, and I noticed walked into a second hand clothing store because, well 90% of those shops are women’s clothing and women love second hand clothing.  I saw this 2 set of black girls near the checkout, one was sitting on a bench and the other was talking to her.  The one sitting – I saw her legs and I was fucking immediately horny.  YUMMY!  She was also, IMO fucking way attractive, despite the fact that she wasn’t even dressed up.  She was wearing shorts and a sweat top.  I wanted to approach, but my brain reflected on something Johnny Walker once talked with me about.

We were in a diner in Lakeview and I saw a 2 set there in a booth who I told Johnny I was going to approach.  He said something to the effect that it was the wrong place and the wrong time.  It was an awkward situation, and that the girls would most likely not be receptive.  Then he made the point clear, which was, “Guys are always trying to open the difficult sets. Then they get rejected.  Then they keep doing it and keep getting rejected and they start to create a pattern of failure in their minds instead of thinking that it has to do with just repeating the same mistake over and over.”  This is far different from, “Advanced openeing blah blah” or whatever.  This is more to the point of, pick your battles wisely.

To me, that was a great lesson but I added something to it this time.  Intention and synchrodestiny.  In my mind I knew that 2 girls, In a store, NEAR the girls working the checkout.  That would be a LOT of pressure.  So, I thought to myself, “I am going to go back to my car and get my phone, which I forgot anyway.  Assuming that I am out and I am SUPPOSED to meet her, that she is actually there because of my intention, then when I come back I will meet her.”

And that’s what I did.  And when I was walking back, who did I happen to pass on the sidewalk?  The  two black girls.  And I opened immediately with, “I had to tell you your legs are fucking amazing!”

She got a big smile on her face immediately.  We started chatting.  Her friend only gave me a little shit but warmed up to me immediately after some light banter.

I made my intentions known, that I wanted to take this girl out.  But there was a lot of banter immediately with these two girls.  I was talking about how I was going to go work out, HBCreole Legs was talking about how she hadn’t worked out in 3 weeks but that she wanted to get on team skinny.  I told her how I could work out like a horse and no matter if I lost every ounce of fat on my body I’d probably be a big, stocky guy.

And she shot back, “uhhh…  You’re not that big.  I mean, maybe in your mind you are but ummmm…”  She was negging me so to speak.

I told her I could take her, called her short (she was pretty much 1 inch shorter than me) and then her friend got involved and had us stand back to back to see who was taller.  So banter was established pretty early.

Then we walked after a few minutes, and her friend actually went to where she worked apparently and left us.  I said, “let’s go grab some tea.”  She was like, “fuck it.  Ok.”

So we went.  On with the banter and a tiny bit of kino but not like clubby like since it was daygame and we only knew each other for 10 minutes.  Very soon the banter was going how I like it, racist… Wink  Not really, but I have dated a few black girls, one for over a year.  Plus some of my best wings and friends in my life were black guys.  What you learn is, when you have a good heart and the other person knows it, the “racist” banter goes back and forth.  She was talking about white people this and that.  I think the first thing was something about these cops we saw and how she made a joke about how we had to run or something.  I said, “No, you’re with me.  I’m white.  You’re safe.”

She was making silly jokes about shit, I would come back.  I can’t remember them all but the 2 that stand out were when we could cross the street, I would say, “it’s safe to cross.  The WHITE guy just popped up.”  And in the tea shop I told her she should order a “Hot Chocolate” and elbowed her knowingly.  She said, “oh is that how it is?”

The girl behind the counter had a big smile on her face and asked us if we were comedians?  I said something about how, “You know when you’re little and your parents teach you, “think before you speak”?  Well I thought that was TERRIBLE advice so I just really don’t think at all, and the words just come out.

Anyway so on and on we went, walking around the town, going into a store here or there.  Banter kept going, but so did vibe and very soon sexual topics and kino started escalating.  Soon we were walking around broad daylight and she was telling me how she masturbated before she left the house that day, how she liked dildos, I grabbed her legs, was being aggressive.  Lots of push pull kino (fractionization) and soon I had my arm around her waste pulling her to me.  I could have kissed her but didn’t.

I was headed to the gym and had no intention of pulling.  But I did want to see her again.  This girl was HOT to me.

So, that being said, I eventually stopped the interaction, and tried a timebridge, to which she said she was busy.  But she texed my phone which was in my car.

So I pinged her a couple times over the weekend, just fun texts.  She would take along time to respond but whatever.  Yesterday I asked her to hang out.  We did.

I took her for one drink, J-Dub happened to be at the day 2 bounce location and he was cool.  We sat next to him and he talked to her a bit, and then eventually he left.  I let her finish her beer, but I seeded early the possibility of going to my place to “watch a movie”.

She said, “I know what “watch a movie” means and it never means watching a movie.”  I said for me it did.

But then I said, “well I could say come see my talking goldfish.”

By the way, escalation was pretty easy, like I said.  The stage was set already so it was just kinda natural at this point.  However that also means I was actively doing it.  I did do constant kino and “let’s see if you fit” just because it kinda seems trademark at this point.  But straight to my place, straight to my bedroom, and straight to watching 300 part II.

And I was kissing her all over, and eventually…  I mean HOLY MOTHER OF GOD this girl was fucking BEAUTIFUL naked. She was trying not to let me make her cum but too bad for her.  I won…  She was like, “fuck!  I just came.  What just happened?”  It was cute.

I’m really tired today so I’m writing this, but if anyone has specific questions feel free to ask.

RL

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The Top 5 Regrets People Make on Their Deathbed

Tsod:

Incidentally the song above is kind of what I consider to be the Themesong of my Life and if I have my wish, will be played at my funeral, you know…  If I ever actually do die.

Already this has been posted all over, but it was such a good article I decided to do a quick share for those who haven’t.  Plus, this is totally the kind of thing I try to live my life by.  thinking about stuff like this, is the reason I started my whole Dream Path series of posts.  I don’t want to be the guy on my deathbed, one day, filled with regrets.  I want to at least know I tried…

Anyway, without further ado…

REGRETS OF THE DYING by Bonnie Ware

For many years I worked in palliative care. My patients were those who had gone home to die. Some incredibly special times were shared. I was with them for the last three to twelve weeks of their lives.

People grow a lot when they are faced with their own mortality. I learnt never to underestimate someone’s capacity for growth. Some changes were phenomenal. Each experienced a variety of emotions, as expected, denial, fear, anger, remorse, more denial and eventually acceptance. Every single patient found their peace before they departed though, every one of them.

When questioned about any regrets they had or anything they would do differently, common themes surfaced again and again. Here are the most common five:

1. I wish I’d had the courage to live a life true to myself, not the life others expected of me.

This was the most common regret of all. When people realise that their life is almost over and look back clearly on it, it is easy to see how many dreams have gone unfulfilled. Most people had not honoured even a half of their dreams and had to die knowing that it was due to choices they had made, or not made.

It is very important to try and honour at least some of your dreams along the way. From the moment that you lose your health, it is too late. Health brings a freedom very few realise, until they no longer have it.

2. I wish I didn’t work so hard.

This came from every male patient that I nursed. They missed their children’s youth and their partner’s companionship. Women also spoke of this regret. But as most were from an older generation, many of the female patients had not been breadwinners. All of the men I nursed deeply regretted spending so much of their lives on the treadmill of a work existence.

By simplifying your lifestyle and making conscious choices along the way, it is possible to not need the income that you think you do. And by creating more space in your life, you become happier and more open to new opportunities, ones more suited to your new lifestyle.

3. I wish I’d had the courage to express my feelings.

Many people suppressed their feelings in order to keep peace with others. As a result, they settled for a mediocre existence and never became who they were truly capable of becoming. Many developed illnesses relating to the bitterness and resentment they carried as a result.

We cannot control the reactions of others. However, although people may initially react when you change the way you are by speaking honestly, in the end it raises the relationship to a whole new and healthier level. Either that or it releases the unhealthy relationship from your life. Either way, you win.

4. I wish I had stayed in touch with my friends.

Often they would not truly realise the full benefits of old friends until their dying weeks and it was not always possible to track them down. Many had become so caught up in their own lives that they had let golden friendships slip by over the years. There were many deep regrets about not giving friendships the time and effort that they deserved. Everyone misses their friends when they are dying.

It is common for anyone in a busy lifestyle to let friendships slip. But when you are faced with your approaching death, the physical details of life fall away. People do want to get their financial affairs in order if possible. But it is not money or status that holds the true importance for them. They want to get things in order more for the benefit of those they love. Usually though, they are too ill and weary to ever manage this task. It is all comes down to love and relationships in the end. That is all that remains in the final weeks, love and relationships.

5. I wish that I had let myself be happier.

This is a surprisingly common one. Many did not realise until the end that happiness is a choice. They had stayed stuck in old patterns and habits. The so-called ‘comfort’ of familiarity overflowed into their emotions, as well as their physical lives. Fear of change had them pretending to others, and to their selves, that they were content. When deep within, they longed to laugh properly and have silliness in their life again.

When you are on your deathbed, what others think of you is a long way from your mind. How wonderful to be able to let go and smile again, long before you are dying.

Life is a choice. It is YOUR life. Choose consciously, choose wisely, choose honestly. Choose happiness.

http://www.inspirationandchai.com/Regrets-of-the-Dying.html

Follow the Crow

TOTD:

Here’s a little story about what I mean by Shaman.  This stuff is not bullshit.  But we will see where it ends up.

I was driving around the city the other day, doing what I have been doing lately, which is looking for my next place to bartend.  I was dropping resumes here and there.  So far I’ve had some good interviews, by the way, but nothing has come out of it.  People smile, they seem to like what I have to say, but like I said, in this industry you never know what they have a vision of in their head as far as what they want as a bartender.

It’s like me with girls or porn or whatever.  I never really know what I like until it’s right in front of my face.  Everyone is different so I can’t blame the people who haven’t hired me yet for being dumb for not picking me (even if they are 😉 . But let’s get to the point.  Inside I know I will find a place to bartend.

I was driving around and I pulled down this side street that had a dead end.  There was a big Sheraton Hotel to my right, with all these super high end cabs sitting around, just waiting.  What I mean by super high end, is that they are the Executive cars.  They are plain black, with drivers who dress in suits.  They are the cars that the executives take around the city instead of the normal cabs like you and I have to take (unless you are one of them – you rich bastard.  Send me some money!).

So I was looking for a place to turn around and sort of considering going in,  but not really. Places like this always want you to apply online, and it really wasn’t happening in the way I wanted it to.  So I turned around and was getting ready to drive off.  Then, suddenly, to my right, sitting on the wall very near my car, was a lone Raven.  I like to call them Crows.  I know there is a difference but these ones I always pay attention to look a a lot like this:

Crows aren’t like other birds.  They may be a little braver.  They don’t shift and take off when you notice them, they kind of just look back at you and you get the feeling they are studying you as much as you are studying them.  I think my window was down already a little but I rolled it down a little more and asked the crow, “What’s up?”

After a couple of seconds, and as if in response, he flew up, and over my car, and on to the top of the Sheraton.  I followed him with my eyes, watching.  I think I said out loud, “Really?”  Then a couple seconds later the crow flew down, around the corner of the hotel appearing to me as if he was saying, “go inside.”

So I parked my car in front of one of the Metro Cars and went inside.  This was a BIG hotel and seemed, at least where I walked in, very empty.  There was one lady in the lobby standing there and as I walked by she smiled meekly and yet politely.  I continued on to enter into a large lobbyish area of the hotel with a closed nightclub looking bar to my left, and as I looked over to the right there was a bar off in the distance with a few patrons sitting around it.  Off on the side closest to me were three ladies who were discussing something, dress appropriately as staff.  I walked over and started talking.

I was talking shop with them and feeling out if the hotel was maybe ever busy, worth working at and whether or not they were hiring.  Here’s the funny thing.  For some reason, one of the ladies asked me, “So what brings you in here?” or some question similar to that.

“If I told you, you would think I’m crazy,” I replied.

One of the ladies insisted with a smile, “I already think you’re a complete psycho to tell you the truth.”

So I said a resigned, “Ok…” and related to them exactly what the reason was.  One of the poor gals, a nice looking black lady, stiffened a little and said, “oh my…  I think it’s time for me to get back to work.” and quickly disappeared.  The other two ladies were delighted with my story.  One started immediately to tell me the scoop of places she heard that were hiring.  “Why don’t you try Aqua,” she said, “it’s that building right over there.”  She went on to describe it and it hit me.  Two days before, for no reason at all, I had taken several pictures of that building.

Aqua

Does it stop there?

I may be a Shaman, dammit, but I’m pretty sure we all can do this stuff if we pay attention. Deepak Chopra insists there is not such thing as coincidence.

So of course I went there with one of my schmancy resumes in hand to find someone to take it to.  Unfortunately there was no one present.  No one was there.  I went in, and since this is a big hotel that is not open yet, I entered into a door where there was a door-woman.  (This is confusing to me.  I’ve never heard of door-woman.  There is Doorman, but not so much Door-woman so It just sounds weird for me to say it.)  This was the door right next to where I walked into this area where there was this big restaurant being built that looked pretty cool.  (Funny thing, the security guy who was there later just so happened to be gone when I went in there the first time, so I was able to walk in a little and take a look..  Later I went back just to test and asked him if he minded if I took a look around, and he said, “Nope.  That’s why I’m here.  They don’t want anyone looking around.”  Little does he know that’s why he was “gone” when I wanted to look 🙂 )  I talked to the door woman and asked her where I could go to drop off my resume.  She told me she could take it but that I should go online and fill out the application because it had to go through the hotel, and that they would call people to set up interviews.

I did that last night.

I was taking a shower today, and the phone rang.  I picked up.  (If you ever have dated me or hired me or even rented an apartment from me, just know, you have probably had at least one or more discussions with me while I was completely naked and in the shower.)  Guess who?

It was human resources from the Hotel they are opening at Aqua.  And they wanted to do a phone interview with me.   The first question for the interview was, “So what made you decide to apply with us here at the Raddison Bleu?”

“Do you want me to be completely honest or do you want me to candy coat my answer and make it sound normal?” was my response.

“Of course I want you to be honest with me,” was her response.

“Ok…” I said again with a slight reservation to my voice, “But you’re going to think I’m crazy…”

And so the interview on the phone went well and I have an in person scheduled for this Friday…

Sidecar:

Earth Medicine Book

– This is the book on Earth Medicine I refer to in this post.  Click to see.

… And you thought my themesong of the day should have been Burn by the Cure?  Nope.  Ya I like the movie and the song is cool, but I am not so cheezeball as to dare use it as my themsong for posts like this – but to get it out of the way…
Here you are: