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This year's been a rollercoaster on so many levels.
Opened my own company only to have to suspend its operations. Lost my job of several years over an uncalibrated ass-grab during a company dinner. Lost all means of sustenance due to the forced confinement.
Due to momentum-hijacking health-related issues such as recurrent dick pain - which I eventually fixed with a circumcision - not to mention low back and leg pain, am going through a 6-month-long dry spell, the longest I've had since 2013.
Did some deep introspection during quarantine and realized I could benefit from body-oriented therapy and other alternative healing methods. Confronted my father, realized I have some narc/codependent/histrionic/etc. tendencies, and that the guy I considered my best friend since 2015 was never a friend to begin with.
My brother suggested I try my hand at JBP's Past and Future Authoring Program, and I gave it a shot to organize myself with goals. Started making plays. Big changes on the horizon. I may end up moving overseas for an internship if I'm selected - there's a 1-4% chance.
I had been living the high life since 2014. Hot girls would come up to put money in my hand after 2.5 hours spent walking around my hometown with me, only to give me their pussy that same night after two or three drinks.
The COVID-19 pandemic has been mostly positive for me, as the challenges it has entailed have forced me to take on the next chapters of my life in a resourceful, flexible way.
One of my main goals, considering I live in the historic center of my city - the tourist area - next to an endless stream of sexy girls, is to become fully self-reliant with regards to girls, sex, and relationships:
1. Able to walk out the door during the day and pull a SDL with a gorgeous lone wolf (so far I've executed a few one-shot kills but always with cute girls, not the cream of the crop)
2. Able to go out at night, with or without wings, and pull a SNL with a gorgeous girl (I had written night game off in 2015, but now I am down for going out from ten/eleven in the evening to about one or two in the morning if need be, as the concentration of sexually desirable young girls is positively overwhelming! And...I live in the bar district...)
3. Able to get threesomes and foursomes with gorgeous girls (I’ve passed up too many chances of getting these...need to grab my balls and step it up!)
4. Able to enter into a long-term relationship with a cool, gorgeous girl (I haven’t been exclusive with a girl since 2009, and am not sure I want that for the time being, but my point here is to have a "main" and still pull strange on the side, while maintaining a couple of FB's)
5. Able to easily replace said cool, gorgeous girl with another as "main" (this is what Chase calls "absolute abundance")
Saturday 26 September 2020
Started a course where am part of a class of sixteen - lots of girls, which is great, as I love being surrounded by women, it just makes me feel good - and had classes all day.
At the end I walked out with one of the girls, a pale-skinned black-haired 26-year-old with a banging body. She was a tennis teacher until she got injured recently. The girl looked like a bombshell until she removed her mask and I realized she's actually not pretty. Nevertheless, the sexual tension between us was palpable.
First I had sat on the opposite side of the lecture hall to her. Then, during morning class, I hadn't looked at her once. During break, I had opened her and over inane babble had started giving her strong EC. Back in lecture hall we had started exchanging EC glances every so often.
As we walked out of college I was asking her what she liked about playing tennis, to get her to focus on the positive emotions associated with it, and giving her my History and Book-reading Gambits.
I asked her where she was headed, to which she said: "Home," (she lives quite far away it turns out) and hindsight twenty-twenty I'm almost certain I could have led her to "Come see the old town while walking around" with me (pull her home) and potentially smash - at least try to and get LMR - but I am suffering from diarrhoeia and really wanted to take a shit.
Plus, she had a zit on her chin and she wasn't pretty. So we part ways at the metro station after double cheek kiss.
But the high I got from interacting with her and feeling the sexual tension made me decide to buy some of that strong green tea I used to drink as part of my pre-hunting routine (which also involved meditating near the verandah, focusing on the bird chirps) to then head out and go looking for pussy.
On my way to the organic goods store to buy the tea I run into a buddy who asks me if I'm "hunting" and then goes - Him: "Bro, your eyes are all glazed over, your skin looks sallow, you have huge eye bags; you look like shit." And this kind of tanks my drive to hit the streets for some late afternoon game. TBH I was pretty exhausted as I haven't been sleeping very well due to back pain.
So instead I buy the green tea, flirt with the girl who's doing the check-out (she is FINE) miss a few more lone wolf delicacies on my way home, flatten the dough I had prepared from Friday with a rolling pin, make some fresh pasta, pop the Bolognese sauce I'd made the day before in the microwave, and eat me an absolutely delicious Spaghetti Bolognese.
I feel so invigorated from that meal - I ate a LOT - that I pour a little of my Bulleit bourbon and sip it while listening to my favorite electronic music playlist on YouTube and decide to keep my state pumped for hitting the streets later and doing a bit of night game. I hit up my bros - they tell me they'll be out - and then head out to meet them at eleven.
Now keep in mind I haven't done night game since 2015. I know these guys from the local community and had bumped into them on my way home one night recently.
My plan for the night was to try my hand at the Grandmaster style (Cocky/funny) with hot young girls.
Highlights:
1. Opening a cute short French girl - wearing a shirt with top buttons undone revealing her delectable rack - on the street. I was with my bros. I called out to her in French: "You! Come here." She complied. I held her on the mid-upper back. One of my bros went (in English): "Be nice. Now tell me, would you rather .... or .... (I forget what he said, something canned)" She goes: blablabla (again, memory failure). I tell her (in French): "I have a big baguette." She makes as if to leave and so I tell her: "Hey, I'm just joshing you. Come back." And she stays put!
2. Later I opened this two-set of delicious belles. One was a blonde blue-eyed German. She was fit. Was wearing a short light green dress and white FILA sneakers. I said I liked her light green dress. She thanked me and said she'd dyed it herself. I asked her how she did it. She explained. I still thought she was joking but when I realized it was for real I told her it was impressive. She thanked me again.
Then I went: "I read in a magazine that when people wear light green that means they're horny," to which she said Hottie (in a joking tone): "I guess your magazine is absolutely correct! No I just blablabla (qualifying herself to me)." I then said "I was just kidding." (In retrospect I may not even have had to).
Some more convo where I cold read they were from London and they asked me where I was from I said I was from here they said my English was really good I said theirs was too then I said I liked British accents as they were stylish (they spoke with British accents as they'd studied in London) and that I could speak with a British accent when I was drunk and blondie said Hottie: "Well, what are you waiting for then? Get drunk, and prove it!" (If I went back I'd say "British accents turn me on!")
Anyway, at this point my right leg hurt (varicose veins) so I couldn't stand still (slashing my fundamentals and killing my state) meanwhile my wing for this set, a 48-year-old, was slightly uncalibrated as well.
I could see the chicks were going to bolt so I moved my body language away from them and lo and behold they said they wanted to get another drink but blondie made a point to give me sexy eyes and ask
Hottie: "Maybe we meet later?" (She also stopped near me when she said this, perhaps expecting me to exchange contacts with her. She had said she was a tourist only here for the weekend (these tend to be the easiest to smash)) but I was feeling like shit with back and leg pain and wanted to make my exit as one hour had already elapsed and that was the time I'd set myself to come out and talk to some babes (one hour, from eleven to twelve).
The girls moved close by, then a little bit further down the street, then they disappeared. (They may have been trying to separate me from my older wing. The third of their group of friends came to get them when they started leaving us, and she almost insta-made out with my bro - the one who earlier had been telling the Frenchie to be nice - on their way down the street, to which he told her: “You’re dangerous,” to which she replied: “Yes, I am”).
These girls were clearly looking for a good dicking-down.
For next time: my plan is to prepare some country-specific neg-type jibes (about Germans, French, Polish, Italian, Spanish, English, American, etc. girls) and more sexualizing lines from the Grandmaster repertoire ("I have to have surgery tomorrow," "Why?" "My pi-pi is too big," etc.) and try them out with the "Just kidding!" + kino combo.
This for night game. For day game I already have a fully functioning indirect process.
Will also be endeavoring to go do some one-hour day game bouts during the week, time permitting. As long as I keep up with my responsibilities, sky's the limit. (Having chronic pain means state prep takes longer but isn't insurmountable: just need to not feel pain as I walk out of my apartment to be able to not be in a shitty state).
Opened my own company only to have to suspend its operations. Lost my job of several years over an uncalibrated ass-grab during a company dinner. Lost all means of sustenance due to the forced confinement.
Due to momentum-hijacking health-related issues such as recurrent dick pain - which I eventually fixed with a circumcision - not to mention low back and leg pain, am going through a 6-month-long dry spell, the longest I've had since 2013.
Did some deep introspection during quarantine and realized I could benefit from body-oriented therapy and other alternative healing methods. Confronted my father, realized I have some narc/codependent/histrionic/etc. tendencies, and that the guy I considered my best friend since 2015 was never a friend to begin with.
My brother suggested I try my hand at JBP's Past and Future Authoring Program, and I gave it a shot to organize myself with goals. Started making plays. Big changes on the horizon. I may end up moving overseas for an internship if I'm selected - there's a 1-4% chance.
I had been living the high life since 2014. Hot girls would come up to put money in my hand after 2.5 hours spent walking around my hometown with me, only to give me their pussy that same night after two or three drinks.
The COVID-19 pandemic has been mostly positive for me, as the challenges it has entailed have forced me to take on the next chapters of my life in a resourceful, flexible way.
One of my main goals, considering I live in the historic center of my city - the tourist area - next to an endless stream of sexy girls, is to become fully self-reliant with regards to girls, sex, and relationships:
1. Able to walk out the door during the day and pull a SDL with a gorgeous lone wolf (so far I've executed a few one-shot kills but always with cute girls, not the cream of the crop)
2. Able to go out at night, with or without wings, and pull a SNL with a gorgeous girl (I had written night game off in 2015, but now I am down for going out from ten/eleven in the evening to about one or two in the morning if need be, as the concentration of sexually desirable young girls is positively overwhelming! And...I live in the bar district...)
3. Able to get threesomes and foursomes with gorgeous girls (I’ve passed up too many chances of getting these...need to grab my balls and step it up!)
4. Able to enter into a long-term relationship with a cool, gorgeous girl (I haven’t been exclusive with a girl since 2009, and am not sure I want that for the time being, but my point here is to have a "main" and still pull strange on the side, while maintaining a couple of FB's)
5. Able to easily replace said cool, gorgeous girl with another as "main" (this is what Chase calls "absolute abundance")
Saturday 26 September 2020
Started a course where am part of a class of sixteen - lots of girls, which is great, as I love being surrounded by women, it just makes me feel good - and had classes all day.
At the end I walked out with one of the girls, a pale-skinned black-haired 26-year-old with a banging body. She was a tennis teacher until she got injured recently. The girl looked like a bombshell until she removed her mask and I realized she's actually not pretty. Nevertheless, the sexual tension between us was palpable.
First I had sat on the opposite side of the lecture hall to her. Then, during morning class, I hadn't looked at her once. During break, I had opened her and over inane babble had started giving her strong EC. Back in lecture hall we had started exchanging EC glances every so often.
As we walked out of college I was asking her what she liked about playing tennis, to get her to focus on the positive emotions associated with it, and giving her my History and Book-reading Gambits.
I asked her where she was headed, to which she said: "Home," (she lives quite far away it turns out) and hindsight twenty-twenty I'm almost certain I could have led her to "Come see the old town while walking around" with me (pull her home) and potentially smash - at least try to and get LMR - but I am suffering from diarrhoeia and really wanted to take a shit.
Plus, she had a zit on her chin and she wasn't pretty. So we part ways at the metro station after double cheek kiss.
But the high I got from interacting with her and feeling the sexual tension made me decide to buy some of that strong green tea I used to drink as part of my pre-hunting routine (which also involved meditating near the verandah, focusing on the bird chirps) to then head out and go looking for pussy.
On my way to the organic goods store to buy the tea I run into a buddy who asks me if I'm "hunting" and then goes - Him: "Bro, your eyes are all glazed over, your skin looks sallow, you have huge eye bags; you look like shit." And this kind of tanks my drive to hit the streets for some late afternoon game. TBH I was pretty exhausted as I haven't been sleeping very well due to back pain.
So instead I buy the green tea, flirt with the girl who's doing the check-out (she is FINE) miss a few more lone wolf delicacies on my way home, flatten the dough I had prepared from Friday with a rolling pin, make some fresh pasta, pop the Bolognese sauce I'd made the day before in the microwave, and eat me an absolutely delicious Spaghetti Bolognese.
I feel so invigorated from that meal - I ate a LOT - that I pour a little of my Bulleit bourbon and sip it while listening to my favorite electronic music playlist on YouTube and decide to keep my state pumped for hitting the streets later and doing a bit of night game. I hit up my bros - they tell me they'll be out - and then head out to meet them at eleven.
Now keep in mind I haven't done night game since 2015. I know these guys from the local community and had bumped into them on my way home one night recently.
My plan for the night was to try my hand at the Grandmaster style (Cocky/funny) with hot young girls.
Highlights:
1. Opening a cute short French girl - wearing a shirt with top buttons undone revealing her delectable rack - on the street. I was with my bros. I called out to her in French: "You! Come here." She complied. I held her on the mid-upper back. One of my bros went (in English): "Be nice. Now tell me, would you rather .... or .... (I forget what he said, something canned)" She goes: blablabla (again, memory failure). I tell her (in French): "I have a big baguette." She makes as if to leave and so I tell her: "Hey, I'm just joshing you. Come back." And she stays put!
2. Later I opened this two-set of delicious belles. One was a blonde blue-eyed German. She was fit. Was wearing a short light green dress and white FILA sneakers. I said I liked her light green dress. She thanked me and said she'd dyed it herself. I asked her how she did it. She explained. I still thought she was joking but when I realized it was for real I told her it was impressive. She thanked me again.
Then I went: "I read in a magazine that when people wear light green that means they're horny," to which she said Hottie (in a joking tone): "I guess your magazine is absolutely correct! No I just blablabla (qualifying herself to me)." I then said "I was just kidding." (In retrospect I may not even have had to).
Some more convo where I cold read they were from London and they asked me where I was from I said I was from here they said my English was really good I said theirs was too then I said I liked British accents as they were stylish (they spoke with British accents as they'd studied in London) and that I could speak with a British accent when I was drunk and blondie said Hottie: "Well, what are you waiting for then? Get drunk, and prove it!" (If I went back I'd say "British accents turn me on!")
Anyway, at this point my right leg hurt (varicose veins) so I couldn't stand still (slashing my fundamentals and killing my state) meanwhile my wing for this set, a 48-year-old, was slightly uncalibrated as well.
I could see the chicks were going to bolt so I moved my body language away from them and lo and behold they said they wanted to get another drink but blondie made a point to give me sexy eyes and ask
Hottie: "Maybe we meet later?" (She also stopped near me when she said this, perhaps expecting me to exchange contacts with her. She had said she was a tourist only here for the weekend (these tend to be the easiest to smash)) but I was feeling like shit with back and leg pain and wanted to make my exit as one hour had already elapsed and that was the time I'd set myself to come out and talk to some babes (one hour, from eleven to twelve).
The girls moved close by, then a little bit further down the street, then they disappeared. (They may have been trying to separate me from my older wing. The third of their group of friends came to get them when they started leaving us, and she almost insta-made out with my bro - the one who earlier had been telling the Frenchie to be nice - on their way down the street, to which he told her: “You’re dangerous,” to which she replied: “Yes, I am”).
These girls were clearly looking for a good dicking-down.
For next time: my plan is to prepare some country-specific neg-type jibes (about Germans, French, Polish, Italian, Spanish, English, American, etc. girls) and more sexualizing lines from the Grandmaster repertoire ("I have to have surgery tomorrow," "Why?" "My pi-pi is too big," etc.) and try them out with the "Just kidding!" + kino combo.
This for night game. For day game I already have a fully functioning indirect process.
Will also be endeavoring to go do some one-hour day game bouts during the week, time permitting. As long as I keep up with my responsibilities, sky's the limit. (Having chronic pain means state prep takes longer but isn't insurmountable: just need to not feel pain as I walk out of my apartment to be able to not be in a shitty state).
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