Cashier Encounter

So I’d like you guys’s opinion on something that just happened.  I’m at work right now.  I was on break and I was at the convenience store downstairs getting a red bull.  There’s this girl that works there at the register I’ve had some conversation with before off-and-on, just normal situational stuff.  So I asked her how her weekend was and addressed her by her first name.  Then she asked me when I got off work-I said 5.  She said she got off at 4.  I said “lucky you” and she smirked.  It ended there-there were people in line-but I see her like every day.  So my question is about her asking me when I got off work…casual conversation?…or an IOI?  What do you think?

Don’t Fantasize

Ever been so attracted to a girl you can’t say anything in front of her without screwing up?  Ever get an obsession over a girl you’re trying to get with when there’s plenty more out there.  Been there done that here.  Here’s a little trick I’ve started to employ to try to combat this problem.  Actually, its two rules that one should follow.

1. Don’t fantasize about chicks.  Its ok to watch porn when the time is right, but if you’re putting the P on the Pedestal too much, you’re gonna choke.  Don’t count your eggs before they’ve hatched and keep your eyes on getting the prize.

2. Since we’re all only human, we’re gonna break the first rule at some point or another.  So when you do fantasize, fantasize about celebrities or porn stars, not someone you actually know.  If the fantasy is unrealistic, it will have less power over you.

The Road to Venusian Artistry: Number Closing a Model

I did it, my first number close, and she happened to be a model for Heineken, and Hawaiian Tropic!

So this past week I have been working my ass off at bar-tending school, and I figured since I was surrounded by gorgeous ladies anyway, I might as well practice and try to learn something.  From the beginning I made sure to have the strongest frame, the most confidence, and the highest value out of everyone in the class; and let me tell you this shit works.  If you want the nitty gritty call me or something, because there is way more to the story then I can type right now, but it ends like this.

This morning I got to class about 15 minutes early and both an 8.5 that did want me, and the model that does want me, were there.  I walk in and the model lets out a deep breath and says something along the lines of “I don’t know why, but when you come in that door, I just feel so much more comfortable.”  I respond by saying “sometimes I have that effect on people,” and she giggled and gave me a high five holding on to my hand after (major indicator of interest) and saying “your awesome.”  At this point I had proven to everyone in the class that I was the prize.  The guys knew it, and the girls were all over me.  So after the first class session I went to lunch with the model, who other then being absolutely stunning, has a great personality.  This was the third lunch we had gone to together, the second being alone together.

Now some background.  She does have a boyfriend, and they are pretty serious, but my thinking was that even if nothing comes of this, if I can make a model like me, I can make any girl like me.

I know I am jumping around a bit, but I have not slept well in a week, and I am excited as hell.  Basically in the end I was taking my final test when the model was leaving, and we had already discussed exchanging numbers so we could hang out some more, but I had not gotten it yet.  So, before she leaves she sits down and I hear her rip off a piece of paper and write on it, and sure enough she walks over to me hands it to me with a huge smile and then leaves.

Well it was a great week, and I realized that my new pursuit of the venusian arts has actually really changed me as a person.  In only three weeks I have really come a long way in my inner game, and I have started working on my outer game.  I don’t have time to explain the whole week now, but I really am proud of how I handled the unique situation of bar-tending school.  

My last point is that the game fucking works.  I am about 5′10″ and currently like 285lbs. and in addition to getting a model’s number I had another girl who was pretty much just as hot (nicer tits, lacking in the ass though) hand me a towel by putting it in her belt loop and thrusting her hips toward me.

In the end, I am progressing every day, and I will leave you with a couple tips that have literally changed my life.

1. Eye contact, whether male or female, when you are talking to someone, look them in the eyes.  Practice by staring in the mirror for a few hours to stop any wavering (girls do notice this).  This works wonders, girls are used to people staring at their bodies when talking.  It seems ridiculous, but I would make eye contact with a girl when she was making a drink, and she would almost be locked in a trance.  When the contact was broken she would usually have forgotten what she was making.  I personaly think this is incredibly sexy.

2.  Don’t be a bitch.  Don’t be afraid to say no, argue, or have a different opinion than the girl, she will respect you more.

3.  If a girl does not like you, she is not a bitch, you did something wrong!  This is very important!

Well I am going to crash, I have a lot more to say, but I am going to leave it here.  Please comment if you have any questions, I realize this post is very jumbled, but I am too lazy to fix it.  

Thanks for reading,

Chronic

Still Sargin at Work

Well just because I have no other current prospects while back home here I figured I would take some time to sarge this 8 at work. The truth is, I have been kind of dragging this out (as I normally do) but have certainly gained a ton of experience from it. Before going further I will say I have at the very least… number closed her. So if this little game goes no further I know at least I have had just a spec of success. What I will say though… is that this one is tough. I am genuinely confused- While I keep pushing for something to happen after seeing a slew of IOI’s she always seems to have plans already (whatever that means)… In other words, she seems to be resistant to any type of advance. While discussing with Big T that perhaps I had just fallen into the friend zone I decided to move things along to determine if such an assumption was true. Here are some of the IOI’s that I have gotten within the past few days:

1) Whenever we are working on something together or helping one another out she always gets really close to the point where we are touching. In addition, she will often brush me as she is walking by. Seems like an IOI to me.

2) I happened to be putting a packet together (with numbered pages) the other day. As I am doing this she comes over and messes it up. Obviously looking for a response, I playfully push her. Seems like another big IOI.

3) Just on Friday she begins drawing pictures for me. One in particular was my name spelled out and decorated. She also drew me a picture of some girl in a bikini. Not sure why, but it seemed like another IOI.

These are just to name a few, so as you can see it seems like landing something with this chick is in the bag. Well… thats what I thought. After I number closed her (she gave me her #) I made several invitations (text messages) to come see a comedian with me and the other guy I work with, play tennis, and even see a movie along with some of my friends (of which she replied with “already have plans”. While my advances haven’t been at all successful I figure I will let her initiate something (if she wants to that is) and then once work is over make one final request to get together. If this fails, I will just move on as usual. All in all, if I am not successful it was an excellent learning experience!

So my question for you guys is- How do I get her to come to me asking to hang out? I know it is usually the guy that has to initiate but that doesn’t seem to be working…

Also, what other things should I try before work is over in 2 weeks that might give me some success?

Shot Down

Well, I took a shot and missed the other night.  Here’s the story:

I met this girl at a party several months ago.  I ran a couple routines…built attraction, things were looking on the upside.  i hung out with her and some friends a couple times.  Then she left for the summer…which put it on hold.  I talked with her on AIM on and off.  Then about a week ago I find out she’s working in Boston so I got her number and said we should hang out some time.  I give her a call a couple days later and set something up for yesterday (Saturday) around 1:30ish.  I call her at 1:50 and ask what’s up.  She said something came up and she was still at home an hour and a half away.  I ask if she wanted to come meet me at around 4.  She said sure.  (She dropped what she was doing almost on the spot and came to visit me from an hour and a half away???-is that an IOI??)  I meet her at 4, we go to a local art museum, figure it shows culture and I made some humor/comfort-building time while we walked around.  Around 5 we left cause it closes early on Saturdays and I ask if she wants to see a movie…she says sure.  The movie theater was a ways away so we walked through a park to get there…she stopped at 7/11 on the way.  When we got there we bought tickets for Step Brothers-I paid for her, went into a 4:50 show at 5:15-clerk gave us a funny look.  Saw the movie-got out, got ice cream, went to best buy, went to my place played guitar hero, buddy of mine came and winged for me, watched movie ordered chinese, my buddy left early so we’d be alone again-he gave me a line when she was out of the room I thought would work.  “Had a good time with you today, there’s just one more thing I wanna do before you leave” (what?) “kiss you.”  Sounded brilliant to me when he gave me it-I was sure it would work.  Thing is she had to call a cab-when he came he honked and she dashed outside…I rushed to stop her-looked try-hard, I know.  Tried the line…between the “one more thing” and “kiss you” the cab guy honked again-asshole.  She was like “uh, no” and left.

Well it wasn’t a total waste of time, lets see what I got out of this-

Pros: Experience, Saw a funny movie, won’t waste any more time on her, can move on to other stuff

Cons: $10, 8 hours

I’d say it was worth it-better luck next time.

Thanks Big T for getting me on this thing, I have never blogged before, but it can’t be that hard; if I am doing it wrong, please hesitate to tell me because I really don’t give a shit. :)

Well I will explain myself because only Dino knows the whole story, and he really only knows half, so here is what is going on.  I read “The Game,” while I was in Hawaii last week, and I realized that if I spent a little time cleaning myself up (shave, work out, etc.) and I put some effort into becoming a PUA, I could actually get good at picking up chicks.  The few girls I have been with in the past were mostly the result of luck mixed with alcohol, so I had already accepted the fact that I have only a little natural game.

After I read “The Game” I downloaded pretty much every available resource available to the aspiring PUA, especially anything involving NLP (because mind control would be the shit).  I have been slowly making my way through the information absorbing as much as I can. I figure after a few months of practicing NLP and all the other methods, coupled with a pretty strict workout and diet routine, I will be ready to start sarging for real.

Peace,

     Chronic

P.S. Oh yeah, I arrived at my new place in Tampa today, and the girls are bangin’.  The school I am attending is 70% women, and most of them are fine as hell, so if anyone wants to visit just let me know :)

We have a new name…

We’re officially M-Dog and the Chronic STDS.  Welcome aboard Geoff!

Pimpin Atlantic City

You dudes remember that scene from Swingers at the beginning where Vince Vaughn and Jon Favreau go to Vegas?  You know how they’re all dressed up and VInce starts hitting on that waitress chick?  If we wanna bring the full experience to Atlantic City we gotta play the part brothas.  I want everyone to get all their pimp attire rady to take along (I’m bringing my camera so we can have record this memorable trip.)  I’m getting all my bling, my sargin outfit and I’m doin my hair day before we go so itll be all fresh and shit.  I’d better not be the only one going the distance all this…we all gotta pull our weight if this is gonna be the shit.

PS: Also, everyone read up on Texas Holdem and, if possible, practice online.

NC Poontang

Sup fellas? So yesterday I switched to Geico and you won’t believe what happened…

I went to the gym, and I caught my eye on this skinny bitch riding the exercise bike.  So of course, I was looking for any possible way to open up the set and replace that bike of hers with my already raging hardon (not from her mind you, but from watching Barack Obama on the plasma screen tv – I fucking love Democrats).  Now let me just set the mood by telling you that she wasn’t your typical 40ozbounce girl…but she was at least an HB9, with these dreamy blue eyes that enraptured me and completely threw me out of my zen.  All it took was one toss of her hair and a quick glance and smile in my direction, and I knew my canned material was no match if I wanted to be motorboating that firm rack and gorging myself on guacamole out of her quivering armpit.  She had the most inviting gaze, and it immediately became clear that I was going to have to get my shit together fast and make my approach.

Now fellas, I’m not the kind of bloke that goes for the random approach, especially not with my 12″ Goliath ready to burst out of his chains…but my 3 seconds were up.  I move in for the opener, palms sweaty, and she’s staring at me the whole time as I stride up to her on this bike.  The whole time I’m moving towards her I’m racking my brain furiously, desperately trying to recall one of Mystery’s openers worthy of uttering to one so fair as she.  I stop about a foot and and a half from her, and she just gives me this brilliant smile and the faintest giggle.  I know she can see me visibly shaking, so I decide I have to make this quick.  I default to the best opener I know.  With her face still radiating warmth, I lean in and whisper gently in her ear:

“Hey, could you blow me out? I NEED to get blown out.”

I was hoping to wait around for a response, but unfortunately I couldn’t hear what she was trying to say over all the screaming.  So anyway, I grab her by the hair with my left hand, smack her across the face a couple times with my right, and haul her bitch ass by the ponytail into the men’s room.  I know what you’re probably thinking at this point, and yes, I agree that I am probably the most awesome man who has ever lived.  So anyway, it turns out that being tugged by the hair into the men’s room is one of the top three aphrodisiacs for women (go figure).  So she sits in the urinal and gives me a world class blower…still, I found this a little beneath my dignity, so I had her spread eagle on the sink counter while I banged her out, my throbbing member penetrating in and out, all leading up to the grand finale peel and pop.

…but I know you guys probably don’t want to be bored with all the details, so to make a long story short, I saved about 15% on my car insurance.

Its all in the Timing

So today I was pondering various aspects of the game and remembered a conversation me and Big S once had. The conversation touched on the notion of general human malleability and adaptability but more specifically, the fact that any given individual would at over his lifetime consider dating thousands of different girls. For example, how often have you seen a girl and thought “hey I would like to be/consider being with her”. My guess is at least once a week, but it all depends on the circumstance. Clearly for us college goers it might actually be much more than this. So where the hell am I going with this anyway? My point is- a girl must think the exact same thing. If this is true, then its not impossible to have had hundreds if not thousands of women think “hey I would like to be/consider being with him and if he asked me out I would probably accept his offer”. With this thought process opens a small window of opportunity which, if caught at the right time would land you a date or an F-close depending on what you are looking for.

So with that in mind I realize that I have awful timing and this is certainly an important (one of the most important) aspects to work on. Think for a moment how many times you probably had the opportunity to get with a chick and didn’t time it right. I, myself can think of plenty.

So the final question remains, wtf can us PUA’s do to improve timing?

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