Friday, December 28, 2007
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
I done been shared
This post is a little past due...
I have this great female friend. We used to work together in an office that was full of all old men except for the two of us. We were never romantically interested in each other but became fast friends. She is one of the people I have been friends with the longest.
One of her best friends is a hot blonde who has a bit of a reputation for hooking up. I knew her blonde friend but not really well.
The three of us go out to a country bar and my friend runs into a good friend of her brother's. She ends up talking to that guy for quite a while leaving me alone with her hot blonde friend.
We are country dancing and talking when she drops that she has always been attracted to me and we start making out while we are two stepping.
We decide that we don't want our mutual friend to know about it so we continue to hide the fact that we are making out behind our friend's back all night.
The bar closes and I normally would stay at my friend's place in her spare bedroom as usual when we go out drinking. However, this time, I tell her I plan on driving back to my house and instead follow her blonde friend back to her place.
We end up staying up the entire night and pretty much violated every flat surface in her apartment by the time the sun rose. I don't think I have ever had as much sex in one night as I did that night. I leave in the morning very satisfied, very tired and very sore.
Flash forward a month later. I get a call from the blonde telling me she has a surprise for me and wants me to come over. I of course jump at the opportunity and rush over to her place.
I get there and find out that blondie has one of her good friends staying with her. Her friend is married but just found out that her husband is gay and is leaving her. She is staying with blondie until things get settled.
Her friend is a very hot, very voluptous, brunette. As I like dark hair and dark complexions, I find her very attractive.
Blondie says we are going out drinking and takes us to a local pub. We sit at a booth and blondie makes sure that I am sitting on the same side as brunette across from blondie. I find this weird but whatever.
Blondie proceeds in buying round after round of drinks and shots - getting strong ones for brunette and myself and weak ones for her.
At one point, brunette gets up to go to the bathroom and I slip over to blondies side and start kissing her. She kisses back but is a bit nonreactive. I ask what is wrong and she tells me that her friend is really down, hasn't had sex in close to a year and she wants me to make her feel like a woman. I am taken aback but really think her friend is not only attractive but cool too so I am in.
I slip back to the other side of the booth and when brunette comes back, blondie says we are going to play truth or dare. I choose dare and she dares me to kiss brunette. I of course do. She has soft lips and is a great kisser!
I then dare the two girls to kiss which they do. I am thinking a three some may be in my future and continue to try and work it.
The night continues, drinks flow and the bar eventually closes. We take a taxi back to their apartment. I am still not sure what is going to go down but decide I will roll with it no matter what it is.
Blondie takes brunette into the bathroom and they come out many minutes later. Blondie then says she is tired and goes into her room and locks the door.
Brunette and I sit on the couch and have some awkward, sexaully tensioned conversation before we start kissing. She pulls me into her bedroom and we proceed from there.
The two bedrooms share a wall so I know blondie heard our every moan and bed squeak.
In the morning, I wake before both of them and leave. They later both call me on speaker phone and we make all kinds of sexual jokes. We also decide that we are going to keep this between the 3 of us and not tell our mutual friend.
I have gone over to their place twice since then and one time stayed with the blonde and the other with the brunette. The three of us would hang out for dinner and one time again in the morning for breakfast. When I call one of them, they always talk to me for a while and then pass the phone to the other one.
It's very weird....
I have this great female friend. We used to work together in an office that was full of all old men except for the two of us. We were never romantically interested in each other but became fast friends. She is one of the people I have been friends with the longest.
One of her best friends is a hot blonde who has a bit of a reputation for hooking up. I knew her blonde friend but not really well.
The three of us go out to a country bar and my friend runs into a good friend of her brother's. She ends up talking to that guy for quite a while leaving me alone with her hot blonde friend.
We are country dancing and talking when she drops that she has always been attracted to me and we start making out while we are two stepping.
We decide that we don't want our mutual friend to know about it so we continue to hide the fact that we are making out behind our friend's back all night.
The bar closes and I normally would stay at my friend's place in her spare bedroom as usual when we go out drinking. However, this time, I tell her I plan on driving back to my house and instead follow her blonde friend back to her place.
We end up staying up the entire night and pretty much violated every flat surface in her apartment by the time the sun rose. I don't think I have ever had as much sex in one night as I did that night. I leave in the morning very satisfied, very tired and very sore.
Flash forward a month later. I get a call from the blonde telling me she has a surprise for me and wants me to come over. I of course jump at the opportunity and rush over to her place.
I get there and find out that blondie has one of her good friends staying with her. Her friend is married but just found out that her husband is gay and is leaving her. She is staying with blondie until things get settled.
Her friend is a very hot, very voluptous, brunette. As I like dark hair and dark complexions, I find her very attractive.
Blondie says we are going out drinking and takes us to a local pub. We sit at a booth and blondie makes sure that I am sitting on the same side as brunette across from blondie. I find this weird but whatever.
Blondie proceeds in buying round after round of drinks and shots - getting strong ones for brunette and myself and weak ones for her.
At one point, brunette gets up to go to the bathroom and I slip over to blondies side and start kissing her. She kisses back but is a bit nonreactive. I ask what is wrong and she tells me that her friend is really down, hasn't had sex in close to a year and she wants me to make her feel like a woman. I am taken aback but really think her friend is not only attractive but cool too so I am in.
I slip back to the other side of the booth and when brunette comes back, blondie says we are going to play truth or dare. I choose dare and she dares me to kiss brunette. I of course do. She has soft lips and is a great kisser!
I then dare the two girls to kiss which they do. I am thinking a three some may be in my future and continue to try and work it.
The night continues, drinks flow and the bar eventually closes. We take a taxi back to their apartment. I am still not sure what is going to go down but decide I will roll with it no matter what it is.
Blondie takes brunette into the bathroom and they come out many minutes later. Blondie then says she is tired and goes into her room and locks the door.
Brunette and I sit on the couch and have some awkward, sexaully tensioned conversation before we start kissing. She pulls me into her bedroom and we proceed from there.
The two bedrooms share a wall so I know blondie heard our every moan and bed squeak.
In the morning, I wake before both of them and leave. They later both call me on speaker phone and we make all kinds of sexual jokes. We also decide that we are going to keep this between the 3 of us and not tell our mutual friend.
I have gone over to their place twice since then and one time stayed with the blonde and the other with the brunette. The three of us would hang out for dinner and one time again in the morning for breakfast. When I call one of them, they always talk to me for a while and then pass the phone to the other one.
It's very weird....
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Monday, December 10, 2007
Monday, December 3, 2007
Worst Opener ever
Friday night I went to this party that was being held by this Dallas social society I am a member of. It was in a very swank location and the dress was semi-formal. I hung out there for about an hour before the stuffiness of the party got to me.
I like to play dress up now and then but there were a bunch of new people there. It was hot in the venue so several chode guys were outside talking about what kind of car they drive, what they do for a living, how much money they make, etc. I tried to steer the conversation to something more entertaining but couldn't get the guys to break away from trying to impress each other.
I listened to all that I could and then text Sinn to find out if he was out and then handed my ticket stub to the valet. My car shows up and all of the guys turn and stare. One says, "Holy shit!". As I am walking to the car, a really hot girl steps off the curb in front of me to stop me and says "You are beautiful!" as she rubs her hand on my chest. I say thanks and step past her. F#$king $30,000 millionaires and gold diggers!
Moving has been wearing me out and I was pretty tired and probably should have just went home but I decided to meet Sinn out. He was at a pretty popular, casual bar which meant that I was going to be very over-dressed but I rolled anyway.
On the way I text my buddy Vodka and let him know where I was going. He was on a date and decided to bring his date there for a drink.
I show up and Sinn is in set with two girls but Vodka and his date were already there so I hang with them. His date was really fun and I was just enjoying hanging with them and wasn't looking to pick up girls or anything.
I had just a couple of beers and then slammed an energy drink to wake up but was still pretty worn out. I decide it was time to leave but had to piss first so I get in line to the bathroom.
As I am in line, a really hot, tall, brunette walks by me and does a double take at me (sometimes it pays to be dressed up). I just smile at her and don't open her. She slows her pace and walks just a few feet away from me and stops and lingers. There was absolutely no reason for her to stop in that particular location so it was pretty obvious that she wanted me to talk to her.
However, for me to talk to her, I would have to sacrifice my place in line and walk over to her and due to the fullness of my bladder, that was not happening.
I continue to smile at her as we lock eyes. She moves a couple of steps closer to me and still I make no attempt to talk to her but instead just keep smiling and staring into her eyes.
She comes a couple of steps closer. She is now close enough where I could open her if I wanted but decide I am going to keep playing this game.
We keep our eyes locked on each other for a very awkward amount of time. However, I don't look away and neither did she.
Finally, she decided she had had enough and opens me. Now, you would expect a really hot girl to know just exactly what to say in a situation like this, right? She has probably been opened several times a day every day of her life since she hit puberty. She has probably heard every pick up line imaginable. She has probably crushed countless guy's lame attempts at picking her up. She would know precisely the exact words to say to a man she wants, right?
"How 'bout them Cowboys?" was her insightful, inspiring opening line. I tell her I don't know, I am a Packers fan but thanks for bringing it up and back turn her (Cowboys beat the Packers Thursday night). I think it left her speechless. I am not a huge sports fan but wanted her to continue chasing me.
She pauses for a moment and then steps around so that she is facing me again and just stands there expecting me to say something. I just continue to look at her until she says "Sorry, I was just trying to start conversation". I tell her "I know, no worries, I will come find you when I get back from the bathroom".
I find her later and introduce myself. I tease her about her sweater and then tell her I need to leave. She asks for my name and I tell her and then hand her a business card. I tell her she seems like she is fun and she should call me sometime. I then ask for her name, she tells me and we shake hands. I then pull her into me and give her a quick kiss on the lips and then turn away and leave.
Sunday night I get a text from her "Hi, we met @ X bar on Friday. Remember me? I was wondering if you would like to go out sometime"
Even hot girls don't always have game.
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Quote
"Deep down you know you can be remarkable. You shouldn't settle for anything less than your best self, reaching ever closer to your potential--whether as a leader or in any other part of your life."
-Kevin Eikenberry
-Kevin Eikenberry
Friday, November 16, 2007
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Global incidents
The map is updated every 300 seconds. It shows all of the major incidents going on in the world at any given time. Scary! And fascinating!
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Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Big girls don't cry
This write up is a little over due....
Several Thursdays ago, I roll out to Xbar with Sinn and CJ and we meet up with my buddy Vodka.
The bar is a little slow but there are a few girls that catch my eye. As I am leaning on a corner of the bar with my drink, nonchalantly checking out the females, I get opened by an Ug telling me I look hot. I politely talk to her and while I am talking to her, notice a cutie standing behind her at the bar with a group.
I seperate myself from the Ug, order another drink and make a lap around the bar. I decide there is no one I want to open in the bar besides the cutie behind the Ug so I return to my previous spot. Sinn and CJ have moved on but Vodka is still hanging around. I tell him I am going in and to come help wing me in a bit.
I walk up to cutie, who just ordered a round of shots for her group, and ask her what type of shot she is drinking. I give her my best flirty smirk/smile and put my hand on the side of her stomach. She tells me (some weird sounding name) and then orders another one for me.
The group and I pound the shot. I tell cutie it was damn good so she orders another one for just her and I. When it arrives, I reach for it but she grabs mine first and pours it into my mouth for me with a big, shit eating smile. Unfortunately, she pours too fast and some ends up running down my chin. She uses her finger to wipe the spill off my chin and then licks her finger. She then grabs her shot and pounds it.
I then tell her I need to repay her for the shots and kiss her. She kisses back for a bit and then we break away.
I get a text from CJ who has wandered back into the area telling me "she is pretty hot".
I ask her to introduce me to her friends. She is with 1 other girl and 3 guys. She tells me the girl is her best friend, two of the guys are high school buddies and the 3rd guy is some random guy that joined their group that evening.
We start fluff talking and the 3rd dude tries to jump in and cock block. Fortunately for me, she back turns him to face me so I don't have to worry about him.
I bring the other girl into the conversation and wave Vodka over to join us. He jumps in and entertains the friend while I continue to flirt with the girl.
I go through logistics - where does she live (out of town), where is she staying (with the friend), where is that (across the street), what are they doing later (maybe going to a strip club?)...
I pull Vodka aside and tell him what I learned. He is up for an after party but not really into the girl as she isn't his type (tall, thin and blonde). However, she is definitely Sinn's type so I text him to come jump in.
I continue to fluff talk with my cutie while the 3rd guy tries unsuccessfully to AMOG me and Vodka kindly blocks the very large breasted, brunette friend. Sinn swings by but walks off instead of jumping in. I find out later he didn't know Vodka wanted to eject and he didn't want to AMOG Vodka so he didn't join.
Cutie orders her and I another round of shots. We pound those followed by some more making out. I still don't know her name but have succeeded in changing her mind from going to an after hours strip club to coming back to my place with Vodka and her friend for drinks.
Bar closes...we roll out....and her friend decides to ride with Vodka which frees her up from being in my way.
We talk while I drive to my place and things are going well. However, when we get to my place, she suddenly breaks down crying. I ask her what is wrong and she is hesitant to tell me but eventually lkets me know she has a long term boyfriend she lives with. She doesn't want to cheat on him which is why she is crying.
I try to comfort her but that is not helping. I eventually pass her to her friend to get her back home. So much for my fun night....
Several Thursdays ago, I roll out to Xbar with Sinn and CJ and we meet up with my buddy Vodka.
The bar is a little slow but there are a few girls that catch my eye. As I am leaning on a corner of the bar with my drink, nonchalantly checking out the females, I get opened by an Ug telling me I look hot. I politely talk to her and while I am talking to her, notice a cutie standing behind her at the bar with a group.
I seperate myself from the Ug, order another drink and make a lap around the bar. I decide there is no one I want to open in the bar besides the cutie behind the Ug so I return to my previous spot. Sinn and CJ have moved on but Vodka is still hanging around. I tell him I am going in and to come help wing me in a bit.
I walk up to cutie, who just ordered a round of shots for her group, and ask her what type of shot she is drinking. I give her my best flirty smirk/smile and put my hand on the side of her stomach. She tells me (some weird sounding name) and then orders another one for me.
The group and I pound the shot. I tell cutie it was damn good so she orders another one for just her and I. When it arrives, I reach for it but she grabs mine first and pours it into my mouth for me with a big, shit eating smile. Unfortunately, she pours too fast and some ends up running down my chin. She uses her finger to wipe the spill off my chin and then licks her finger. She then grabs her shot and pounds it.
I then tell her I need to repay her for the shots and kiss her. She kisses back for a bit and then we break away.
I get a text from CJ who has wandered back into the area telling me "she is pretty hot".
I ask her to introduce me to her friends. She is with 1 other girl and 3 guys. She tells me the girl is her best friend, two of the guys are high school buddies and the 3rd guy is some random guy that joined their group that evening.
We start fluff talking and the 3rd dude tries to jump in and cock block. Fortunately for me, she back turns him to face me so I don't have to worry about him.
I bring the other girl into the conversation and wave Vodka over to join us. He jumps in and entertains the friend while I continue to flirt with the girl.
I go through logistics - where does she live (out of town), where is she staying (with the friend), where is that (across the street), what are they doing later (maybe going to a strip club?)...
I pull Vodka aside and tell him what I learned. He is up for an after party but not really into the girl as she isn't his type (tall, thin and blonde). However, she is definitely Sinn's type so I text him to come jump in.
I continue to fluff talk with my cutie while the 3rd guy tries unsuccessfully to AMOG me and Vodka kindly blocks the very large breasted, brunette friend. Sinn swings by but walks off instead of jumping in. I find out later he didn't know Vodka wanted to eject and he didn't want to AMOG Vodka so he didn't join.
Cutie orders her and I another round of shots. We pound those followed by some more making out. I still don't know her name but have succeeded in changing her mind from going to an after hours strip club to coming back to my place with Vodka and her friend for drinks.
Bar closes...we roll out....and her friend decides to ride with Vodka which frees her up from being in my way.
We talk while I drive to my place and things are going well. However, when we get to my place, she suddenly breaks down crying. I ask her what is wrong and she is hesitant to tell me but eventually lkets me know she has a long term boyfriend she lives with. She doesn't want to cheat on him which is why she is crying.
I try to comfort her but that is not helping. I eventually pass her to her friend to get her back home. So much for my fun night....
Monday, November 12, 2007
Thursday, November 8, 2007
The worst Little Johnny joke EVER!!!
One day Little Johnny heard a noise and peeked into his parents room to check it out. He opened the door to see his mom bent over the dresser and dad going at it behind her. Johnny's dad saw him and gave him a little wink as Johnny closed the door. After business was finished Dad went to check on little Johnny. He opened his bedroom door to find Grandma bent over the dresser and little Johnny going at it behind her. Dad yelled, "Johnny, what the hell are you doing?!" Little Johnny replied, "It's not so funny when its your mom is it?!"
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
The Look of Love
http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20071107/od_nm/britain_faces_dc_1;_ylt=Ah0ot3YVAULSPZ9S78R1lXUE1vAI
LONDON (Reuters) - Burt Bacharach penned the music four decades ago and Dusty Springfield sang about it in the James Bond film "Casino Royale."
Now, researchers have concluded that "The Look of Love" is, indeed, all in the eyes: looking directly at someone makes you more attractive to them.
The finding, from the Face Research Laboratory at Aberdeen University, challenges previous studies that have attributed attractiveness to physical characteristics -- such as a preference for symmetrical faces, large lips in women and strong jaw-lines in men.
Dr Claire Conway, author of the study, which was published in the Proceedings of the Royal Society Wednesday, said that maintaining eye contact and smiling makes you more attractive.
Conway and fellow researchers analyzed the effect of gaze direction, facial expressions and gender on attractiveness.
Participants were found to be more attracted to happy faces, looking directly at them and of the opposite sex.
"When asked to think of examples of attractive facial characteristics, most people think of physical traits such as healthy looking skin or a strong jaw," the researchers said.
"Here, we show that gaze direction can also be important for attraction.
"Faces that were looking directly at the viewer were judged more attractive than faces with averted gaze.
"This shows that people prefer faces that appear to like them and that attraction is not simply about physical beauty."
LONDON (Reuters) - Burt Bacharach penned the music four decades ago and Dusty Springfield sang about it in the James Bond film "Casino Royale."
Now, researchers have concluded that "The Look of Love" is, indeed, all in the eyes: looking directly at someone makes you more attractive to them.
The finding, from the Face Research Laboratory at Aberdeen University, challenges previous studies that have attributed attractiveness to physical characteristics -- such as a preference for symmetrical faces, large lips in women and strong jaw-lines in men.
Dr Claire Conway, author of the study, which was published in the Proceedings of the Royal Society Wednesday, said that maintaining eye contact and smiling makes you more attractive.
Conway and fellow researchers analyzed the effect of gaze direction, facial expressions and gender on attractiveness.
Participants were found to be more attracted to happy faces, looking directly at them and of the opposite sex.
"When asked to think of examples of attractive facial characteristics, most people think of physical traits such as healthy looking skin or a strong jaw," the researchers said.
"Here, we show that gaze direction can also be important for attraction.
"Faces that were looking directly at the viewer were judged more attractive than faces with averted gaze.
"This shows that people prefer faces that appear to like them and that attraction is not simply about physical beauty."
Sexy Walk
http://news.yahoo.com/s/afp/20071107/od_afp/sciencesexwomenoffbeat_071107185533;_ylt=Ah2WLtRbihxKQDn7PQ5Nfk0E1vAI
PARIS (AFP) - A woman who walks with a seductive sway of her hips is unlikely to be ovulating, a finding that sheds light on the complex sexual signals that women give to men, New Scientist reports.
A team at Queen's University in Ontario, Canada, dressed female volunteers in suits which had light reflectors placed on the joints and limbs and filmed them walking in order to analyse their gait, the British weekly says.
The women also gave a saliva sample to assess their hormone levels.
Women who were in the fertile period of their menstrual cycle walked with smaller hip movements and with their knees closer together, the scientists found.
Forty male volunteers were shown the footage of the women and were asked to rate those with the sexiest walk. The winners were those who turned out to be in the least fertile part of their cycle.
The study appears to run counter to recent research that found men respond more readily towards women at ovulation. A US paper published last month found that lap dancers earn more tips during their fertile period than during the non-fertile part of their cycle.
But, the Canadian researchers believe, there is no contradiction, because a fertile woman gives out "come-hither" signals at close range rather than at a distance.
These signals come through scent molecules called pheromones and facial expressions. The proximity means a woman can vet a potential mate for fitness before allowing him to come close to her.
In contrast, men can pick up the attractiveness of a woman's walk from a long distance -- and a "sexy" walk, visible from afar, could therefore act as an unwitting signal to less appealing males.
So, having a less sexy walk at the time of ovulation gives a woman an evolutionary advantage: she can hide her fertile period from an undesirable man who might want to take advantage of her at the time.
The research, by Meghan Provost, is to be published in the US journal Archives of Sexual Behavior, says the report. It appears in this Saturday's issue of New Scientist.
PARIS (AFP) - A woman who walks with a seductive sway of her hips is unlikely to be ovulating, a finding that sheds light on the complex sexual signals that women give to men, New Scientist reports.
A team at Queen's University in Ontario, Canada, dressed female volunteers in suits which had light reflectors placed on the joints and limbs and filmed them walking in order to analyse their gait, the British weekly says.
The women also gave a saliva sample to assess their hormone levels.
Women who were in the fertile period of their menstrual cycle walked with smaller hip movements and with their knees closer together, the scientists found.
Forty male volunteers were shown the footage of the women and were asked to rate those with the sexiest walk. The winners were those who turned out to be in the least fertile part of their cycle.
The study appears to run counter to recent research that found men respond more readily towards women at ovulation. A US paper published last month found that lap dancers earn more tips during their fertile period than during the non-fertile part of their cycle.
But, the Canadian researchers believe, there is no contradiction, because a fertile woman gives out "come-hither" signals at close range rather than at a distance.
These signals come through scent molecules called pheromones and facial expressions. The proximity means a woman can vet a potential mate for fitness before allowing him to come close to her.
In contrast, men can pick up the attractiveness of a woman's walk from a long distance -- and a "sexy" walk, visible from afar, could therefore act as an unwitting signal to less appealing males.
So, having a less sexy walk at the time of ovulation gives a woman an evolutionary advantage: she can hide her fertile period from an undesirable man who might want to take advantage of her at the time.
The research, by Meghan Provost, is to be published in the US journal Archives of Sexual Behavior, says the report. It appears in this Saturday's issue of New Scientist.
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Quote from Cliff
Two quote's from Cliff at Cliff's list. I think they ring sooo true!
"Give a woman all the space she doesn't want."
"A woman isn't happy unless she's (at least a little) unhappy."
"Give a woman all the space she doesn't want."
"A woman isn't happy unless she's (at least a little) unhappy."
The Proverbs Chapter 31
Don't give your strength to women. Wine and strong drink not recommended unless you are in anguish. Plead the cause of the poor and needy. A virtuous woman is worth more than riches.
Proverbs 31
Sayings of King Lemuel
1 The sayings of King Lemuel—an oracle his mother taught him:
2 "O my son, O son of my womb, O son of my vows,
3 do not spend your strength on women, your vigor on those who ruin kings.
4 "It is not for kings, O Lemuel—not for kings to drink wine, not for rulers to crave beer,
5 lest they drink and forget what the law decrees, and deprive all the oppressed of their rights.
6 Give beer to those who are perishing, wine to those who are in anguish;
7 let them drink and forget their poverty and remember their misery no more.
8 "Speak up for those who cannot speak for themselves, for the rights of all who are destitute.
9 Speak up and judge fairly; defend the rights of the poor and needy."Epilogue: The Wife of Noble Character
10 A wife of noble character who can find? She is worth far more than rubies.
11 Her husband has full confidence in her and lacks nothing of value.
12 She brings him good, not harm, all the days of her life.
13 She selects wool and flax and works with eager hands.
14 She is like the merchant ships, bringing her food from afar.
15 She gets up while it is still dark; she provides food for her family and portions for her servant girls.
16 She considers a field and buys it; out of her earnings she plants a vineyard.
17 She sets about her work vigorously; her arms are strong for her tasks.
18 She sees that her trading is profitable, and her lamp does not go out at night.
19 In her hand she holds the distaff and grasps the spindle with her fingers.
20 She opens her arms to the poor and extends her hands to the needy.
21 When it snows, she has no fear for her household; for all of them are clothed in scarlet.
22 She makes coverings for her bed; she is clothed in fine linen and purple.
23 Her husband is respected at the city gate, where he takes his seat among the elders of the land.
24 She makes linen garments and sells them, and supplies the merchants with sashes.
25 She is clothed with strength and dignity; she can laugh at the days to come.
26 She speaks with wisdom, and faithful instruction is on her tongue.
27 She watches over the affairs of her household and does not eat the bread of idleness.
28 Her children arise and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praises her:
29 "Many women do noble things, but you surpass them all."
30 Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting; but a woman who fears the LORD is to be praised.
31 Give her the reward she has earned, and let her works bring her praise at the city gate.
Proverbs 31
Sayings of King Lemuel
1 The sayings of King Lemuel—an oracle his mother taught him:
2 "O my son, O son of my womb, O son of my vows,
3 do not spend your strength on women, your vigor on those who ruin kings.
4 "It is not for kings, O Lemuel—not for kings to drink wine, not for rulers to crave beer,
5 lest they drink and forget what the law decrees, and deprive all the oppressed of their rights.
6 Give beer to those who are perishing, wine to those who are in anguish;
7 let them drink and forget their poverty and remember their misery no more.
8 "Speak up for those who cannot speak for themselves, for the rights of all who are destitute.
9 Speak up and judge fairly; defend the rights of the poor and needy."Epilogue: The Wife of Noble Character
10 A wife of noble character who can find? She is worth far more than rubies.
11 Her husband has full confidence in her and lacks nothing of value.
12 She brings him good, not harm, all the days of her life.
13 She selects wool and flax and works with eager hands.
14 She is like the merchant ships, bringing her food from afar.
15 She gets up while it is still dark; she provides food for her family and portions for her servant girls.
16 She considers a field and buys it; out of her earnings she plants a vineyard.
17 She sets about her work vigorously; her arms are strong for her tasks.
18 She sees that her trading is profitable, and her lamp does not go out at night.
19 In her hand she holds the distaff and grasps the spindle with her fingers.
20 She opens her arms to the poor and extends her hands to the needy.
21 When it snows, she has no fear for her household; for all of them are clothed in scarlet.
22 She makes coverings for her bed; she is clothed in fine linen and purple.
23 Her husband is respected at the city gate, where he takes his seat among the elders of the land.
24 She makes linen garments and sells them, and supplies the merchants with sashes.
25 She is clothed with strength and dignity; she can laugh at the days to come.
26 She speaks with wisdom, and faithful instruction is on her tongue.
27 She watches over the affairs of her household and does not eat the bread of idleness.
28 Her children arise and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praises her:
29 "Many women do noble things, but you surpass them all."
30 Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting; but a woman who fears the LORD is to be praised.
31 Give her the reward she has earned, and let her works bring her praise at the city gate.
Monday, October 29, 2007
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Monday, October 22, 2007
Budgeting
I post a lot about women on this blog. The main reason I do this is because it is one of the areas of my life I am focusing most on right now. I am involved in the pick up community, I am going to a counselor on a regular basis to learn how to better compromise in relationships and I am reading everything I can soak up on human sexuality. I am in my mid 30s and eventually want to be married and have a family before I am too old. So I am putting a lot of effort into this area of my life.
That being said, I have a lot of other interests and focuses. One of the biggest, especially in the past, has been finances and investing. I now have this area of my life well under control but had to learn some lessons along the way. I will share a few of them now.
First off, before you can really know your discretionary income, you need to determine your spending habits. As humans with lots of financial distractions in life, there is only one real way to know what you actually spend in a given month. To do that, you need to analyze your income vs. spending.
Several years ago, for three months out of my life, I tracked my every expenditure. I carried a small notebook and pen around with me and trained myself to track my expenses. If I bought a soda for 50 cents, I wrote it down. If I paid a bill, I wrote it down. If I blew $100 on a date, I wrote it down. If I wasted $1 on a lottery ticket, I wrote it down. If I bought a beer for a buddy, I wrote it down.
I tracked my every expense for 3 months to capture an average trend. I then created a spreadsheet where I broke my finances down into categories (utilities, rent, gas, insurance, groceries, restaurants, car, rent, cable, electric, phone, etc.). I had my bi-weekly income at the top of the spreadsheet and then I subtracted categories of expenses from my income in two columns (to match each bi-weekly pay day).
(This was in the days before quicken, quick books or any of the other financial management tools were popular. These probably do a much better job at tracking budget than spreadsheets but once I created my spreadsheet and tweaked it to how I wanted it, I have stayed with it)
What I quickly realized is that I wasted a bunch of money on junk like cable channels I never watched, eating out at restaurants, miscellaneous stuff I bought when I was at the store and on leisure spending like going to the bars. In fact, I realized I was spending more than I made which suddenly brought to light why I had credit card debt.
Now that I knew my spending habits, I created a budget. Consider a budget nothing more than a plan of how to spend your money.
I decided to rework my finances. I refinanced my vehicle for a cheaper loan, dropped my cable, created limits on what I would spend each month at restaurants/bars and cut out a lot of nice-to-haves. It was pretty obvious what I had to do to get my finances in check once I saw my spending habits staring me in the face. I did what I had to do to get my earnings to debt as a positive ratio.
From there, I used my positive cash flow to pay off my credit cards and student loans, focusing on the highest percentage interest rates first. As I paid off a debt, I took the money I was paying towards that debt and rollled it into the next debt. As I got raises, I used the extra money to pay off loans.
Within a year, I was completely debt free and had money to pay myself in the form of a 401K and investments.
Jump forward several years.... I am now a high earner with a lot of discretionary income. Even though I don't live paycheck to paycheck anymore, I still use that same spreadsheet to track my budget and discretionary spending. I update the spreadsheet on a regular basis to capture my current expenses.
This has allowed me to keep my "stupid" expenses to a minimum and given me the insight into what I can save and spend each month.
To benchmark myself against the average person, I found some budget guidelines that "they" put together. I try to live by or beat these guidelines each month.
The guidelines that "they" established are:
Housing = No more than 28% of income
Savings = 12%
Car = 8%
Insurance = 5%
Total Debt = 36%
There are more guidelines established related to schooling, kids, etc. but these are the ones that related to me. You can easily use Google to find guidelines that relate to your life situation.
Bottom line is track your expenses, compare them to what you earn, adjust your expenses so that you are making more than you spend and pay off your debt. And don't forget to pay yourself in the form of 401K, a savings account, bonds or IRAs.
In future posts, I will talk more about potential sources of income, investing and being an entrepreneur.
That being said, I have a lot of other interests and focuses. One of the biggest, especially in the past, has been finances and investing. I now have this area of my life well under control but had to learn some lessons along the way. I will share a few of them now.
First off, before you can really know your discretionary income, you need to determine your spending habits. As humans with lots of financial distractions in life, there is only one real way to know what you actually spend in a given month. To do that, you need to analyze your income vs. spending.
Several years ago, for three months out of my life, I tracked my every expenditure. I carried a small notebook and pen around with me and trained myself to track my expenses. If I bought a soda for 50 cents, I wrote it down. If I paid a bill, I wrote it down. If I blew $100 on a date, I wrote it down. If I wasted $1 on a lottery ticket, I wrote it down. If I bought a beer for a buddy, I wrote it down.
I tracked my every expense for 3 months to capture an average trend. I then created a spreadsheet where I broke my finances down into categories (utilities, rent, gas, insurance, groceries, restaurants, car, rent, cable, electric, phone, etc.). I had my bi-weekly income at the top of the spreadsheet and then I subtracted categories of expenses from my income in two columns (to match each bi-weekly pay day).
(This was in the days before quicken, quick books or any of the other financial management tools were popular. These probably do a much better job at tracking budget than spreadsheets but once I created my spreadsheet and tweaked it to how I wanted it, I have stayed with it)
What I quickly realized is that I wasted a bunch of money on junk like cable channels I never watched, eating out at restaurants, miscellaneous stuff I bought when I was at the store and on leisure spending like going to the bars. In fact, I realized I was spending more than I made which suddenly brought to light why I had credit card debt.
Now that I knew my spending habits, I created a budget. Consider a budget nothing more than a plan of how to spend your money.
I decided to rework my finances. I refinanced my vehicle for a cheaper loan, dropped my cable, created limits on what I would spend each month at restaurants/bars and cut out a lot of nice-to-haves. It was pretty obvious what I had to do to get my finances in check once I saw my spending habits staring me in the face. I did what I had to do to get my earnings to debt as a positive ratio.
From there, I used my positive cash flow to pay off my credit cards and student loans, focusing on the highest percentage interest rates first. As I paid off a debt, I took the money I was paying towards that debt and rollled it into the next debt. As I got raises, I used the extra money to pay off loans.
Within a year, I was completely debt free and had money to pay myself in the form of a 401K and investments.
Jump forward several years.... I am now a high earner with a lot of discretionary income. Even though I don't live paycheck to paycheck anymore, I still use that same spreadsheet to track my budget and discretionary spending. I update the spreadsheet on a regular basis to capture my current expenses.
This has allowed me to keep my "stupid" expenses to a minimum and given me the insight into what I can save and spend each month.
To benchmark myself against the average person, I found some budget guidelines that "they" put together. I try to live by or beat these guidelines each month.
The guidelines that "they" established are:
Housing = No more than 28% of income
Savings = 12%
Car = 8%
Insurance = 5%
Total Debt = 36%
There are more guidelines established related to schooling, kids, etc. but these are the ones that related to me. You can easily use Google to find guidelines that relate to your life situation.
Bottom line is track your expenses, compare them to what you earn, adjust your expenses so that you are making more than you spend and pay off your debt. And don't forget to pay yourself in the form of 401K, a savings account, bonds or IRAs.
In future posts, I will talk more about potential sources of income, investing and being an entrepreneur.
Dallas in the bottom 3? Seriously?
There are lots of hotties in Dallas. More than most cities. Don't know what they were thinking....
http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20071022/od_nm/philadelphia_unattractive1_dc_1;_ylt=AjpqA2JTo8Z2YKgyoc4IvfgE1vAI
http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20071022/od_nm/philadelphia_unattractive1_dc_1;_ylt=AjpqA2JTo8Z2YKgyoc4IvfgE1vAI
Wisdom from Dentyne
This was on my Dentyne Ice wrapper today:
Dentyne-ism #13
"Taste varies (depending on your level of desperation).
Dentyne-ism #13
"Taste varies (depending on your level of desperation).
Sunday, October 21, 2007
I can't die until the government finds a safe place to bury my liver
A quote by Phil Harris. And how I feel today.
What started out as a quiet night in with my sweetie turned out to "let's go grab some wings", to having a few beers with my buddy Vodka, to the three of us going to a bar for just one, to lets do a shot and then go to a haunted house, to that shot was good, lets do a few more and then go to the haunted house buzzed, to lets see how many shots of Tuaca can we possibly put down and still be standing.
I woke up at 10am and used my breathalizer. I blew a .07. At 10am in the morning.
Ugh.
What started out as a quiet night in with my sweetie turned out to "let's go grab some wings", to having a few beers with my buddy Vodka, to the three of us going to a bar for just one, to lets do a shot and then go to a haunted house, to that shot was good, lets do a few more and then go to the haunted house buzzed, to lets see how many shots of Tuaca can we possibly put down and still be standing.
I woke up at 10am and used my breathalizer. I blew a .07. At 10am in the morning.
Ugh.
Friday, October 19, 2007
Sex Den
So....I am dating this married girl. Not married as in "separated going through a divorce married" but rather "married and my husband who I love doesn't know about it and let's keep it that way"......
I am not necessarily proud of it. I put a high value in marriage which is one of the key reasons I haven't been married yet. I CAN say that I didn't know she was married when I first hooked up with her but I did know shortly afterwards and have still kept seeing her which isn't cool according to my morals.
I have tried to justify it in that she would probably be having an affair regardless of me and if she is going to be sleeping with someone, it might as well be me. But I know that is a wimpy excuse. Still, I don't turn her down when she calls.
What makes it really interesting is that her best friend, who is also married, is also having an affair with a guy, who is also married, and is in their social group.
So where does this all go down? My apartment of course. Now that my roommate has moved out and I have an empty room, my apartment has become sex central for married affair type people.
What is funny/sad is that there is very little beating around the bush or socializing. Tonight, I met up with my married girl, her married friend and her friend's married fling. We all roll back to my place and go straight into our seperate rooms and get down to business.
My girl and I went at it for over 2 hours until I just couldn't perform anymore. She goes and knocks on the other door and they are still going at it. Married people have great stamina I guess.
When I moved into my aparment, I never envisioned it becoming a sex den. But with all of the girls I am dating and me now hosting married people having affairs, it has become a sex filled casa.
I am not necessarily proud of it. I put a high value in marriage which is one of the key reasons I haven't been married yet. I CAN say that I didn't know she was married when I first hooked up with her but I did know shortly afterwards and have still kept seeing her which isn't cool according to my morals.
I have tried to justify it in that she would probably be having an affair regardless of me and if she is going to be sleeping with someone, it might as well be me. But I know that is a wimpy excuse. Still, I don't turn her down when she calls.
What makes it really interesting is that her best friend, who is also married, is also having an affair with a guy, who is also married, and is in their social group.
So where does this all go down? My apartment of course. Now that my roommate has moved out and I have an empty room, my apartment has become sex central for married affair type people.
What is funny/sad is that there is very little beating around the bush or socializing. Tonight, I met up with my married girl, her married friend and her friend's married fling. We all roll back to my place and go straight into our seperate rooms and get down to business.
My girl and I went at it for over 2 hours until I just couldn't perform anymore. She goes and knocks on the other door and they are still going at it. Married people have great stamina I guess.
When I moved into my aparment, I never envisioned it becoming a sex den. But with all of the girls I am dating and me now hosting married people having affairs, it has become a sex filled casa.
Thursday, October 18, 2007
Capt Jack returns!
Tuesday night I was out with Sinn and we make tentative plans to hit a new club opening Wednesday night.
Wed rolls around and I text him if he is still up for it after I awake from a nap. He says sure but El Topo and Capt Jack are probably rolling too. I am like "for real?". Yup, for real. Sweet!
I get to the new club and the benefits from my social circle work pay off. I know the door man, I know some of the bouncers, I know most of the bartendars. It is like a whose who from all of the hot clubs in Dallas - Wish, Clear, Martini Ranch, Che, the old Nikita, and Eden. I make my rounds kissing hands and shaking babies waiting for Sinn and crew to show.
They show. Good to see Capt Jack again. The club is awesome but not very packed and they have turned up the music so loud it is shaking my nose hairs. Not good for pick up.
Sinn and CJ roll out and I decide to stick around to see what the talent level ends up being like. I shoot the shit with Elation for a while and watch the few hotties that are in the place. I wait it out to midnight and the place fills up but my general impression is "ehh". I will give it a second chance on a weekend.
I text Sinn if he is still out. He is so I roll to our usual Wednesday night spot. By the time I get there, I have to pee very badly so I rush through the door, pay my cover and make a mad dash to the bathroom.
No kidding - while on my mad dash I get stopped by two different girls. One steps into my path and says "you're hot", I tell her thanks but I will be right back. About 20 feet later, the second one grabs my hand and spins me around and rubs her hand down my chest.
Neither of these girls are super hot but this doesn't happen often to me so I am rather pleased. I give this 2nd girl a quick peck on the lips, gently pull her hands off of me and run to the pisser.
I come out and 2nd girl is waiting for me. I walk up, give her a hug and start making out with her. At this point, I haven't said a single word to her. However, there is really no skill here as she is about a 5 or a 6. A little thick and just average in the cute department....however, she is female and a good kisser so I continue to make out with her for a while.
I excuse myself to go find the boys as a takeaway. I run into Sinn with his Funusual. This girl is someone you would probably pass by on first blush but if you get a good look at her, she is actually gorgeous. She has a pretty face covered by some nerdy glasses. She has huge tits and a nice body hidden by a baggy shirt. She has this dorky cool look down and I could tell she was a pretty cool chick from first impressions after Sinn introduced us. I would have been all over this girl too if Sinn didn't have his sights on her. And by the look in his eyes, I knew he was going home with her. He was on a mission.
I leave Sinn to work his magic and try to find CJ. I make several laps but can't find him. I run into my Make Out girl again and, well, make out some more. I then leave her again to find CJ.
I run into him and we get into a discussion about pick up and how we all underestimate ourselves. I have dated a Dallas Cowboy chearleader, two Miss States, a fitness model who had her picture plastered on billboards all over the city, countless models, hooters girls and strippers and yet, I still second guess myself when I see a physically attractive woman. Even though I know that looks don't qualify the individual. Its weird - some internal programming men come with I guess......
After our chat, I go back to find Make Out girl (I still don't know her name at this point) and run into Head Monster from previous posts. I have long since ended things with Head Monster but when I see her, stop and say hi.
She tells me she saw me making out with the other girl and that she is prettier. She is right. Or at least, she has a much nicer body than Make Out girl. I decide to swap and start making out with Head Monster.
She slips her hands down my pants and starts playing with Lil Twitch. I play some dominant games with her where I pin her against the bar she is leaning against, spank her, pull her hair, etc. She eats it all up.
I have her pinned against the wall when Sinn comes running up and says he is pulling and wants to know if I can take CJ home. I am down so he rolls out with his Funusual.
Bar closes, I see CJ with his girl. I go outside with mine to her car. She finishes her hand job in the parking lot and then asks if she can come over and stay the night. I have a full plate of FBs right now and really don't want her back in rotation so I tell her I am tired, kiss her good night and try to find CJ.
It turns out, he has pulled too and has his girl driving him home. Its good to have CJ back out again!
Wed rolls around and I text him if he is still up for it after I awake from a nap. He says sure but El Topo and Capt Jack are probably rolling too. I am like "for real?". Yup, for real. Sweet!
I get to the new club and the benefits from my social circle work pay off. I know the door man, I know some of the bouncers, I know most of the bartendars. It is like a whose who from all of the hot clubs in Dallas - Wish, Clear, Martini Ranch, Che, the old Nikita, and Eden. I make my rounds kissing hands and shaking babies waiting for Sinn and crew to show.
They show. Good to see Capt Jack again. The club is awesome but not very packed and they have turned up the music so loud it is shaking my nose hairs. Not good for pick up.
Sinn and CJ roll out and I decide to stick around to see what the talent level ends up being like. I shoot the shit with Elation for a while and watch the few hotties that are in the place. I wait it out to midnight and the place fills up but my general impression is "ehh". I will give it a second chance on a weekend.
I text Sinn if he is still out. He is so I roll to our usual Wednesday night spot. By the time I get there, I have to pee very badly so I rush through the door, pay my cover and make a mad dash to the bathroom.
No kidding - while on my mad dash I get stopped by two different girls. One steps into my path and says "you're hot", I tell her thanks but I will be right back. About 20 feet later, the second one grabs my hand and spins me around and rubs her hand down my chest.
Neither of these girls are super hot but this doesn't happen often to me so I am rather pleased. I give this 2nd girl a quick peck on the lips, gently pull her hands off of me and run to the pisser.
I come out and 2nd girl is waiting for me. I walk up, give her a hug and start making out with her. At this point, I haven't said a single word to her. However, there is really no skill here as she is about a 5 or a 6. A little thick and just average in the cute department....however, she is female and a good kisser so I continue to make out with her for a while.
I excuse myself to go find the boys as a takeaway. I run into Sinn with his Funusual. This girl is someone you would probably pass by on first blush but if you get a good look at her, she is actually gorgeous. She has a pretty face covered by some nerdy glasses. She has huge tits and a nice body hidden by a baggy shirt. She has this dorky cool look down and I could tell she was a pretty cool chick from first impressions after Sinn introduced us. I would have been all over this girl too if Sinn didn't have his sights on her. And by the look in his eyes, I knew he was going home with her. He was on a mission.
I leave Sinn to work his magic and try to find CJ. I make several laps but can't find him. I run into my Make Out girl again and, well, make out some more. I then leave her again to find CJ.
I run into him and we get into a discussion about pick up and how we all underestimate ourselves. I have dated a Dallas Cowboy chearleader, two Miss States, a fitness model who had her picture plastered on billboards all over the city, countless models, hooters girls and strippers and yet, I still second guess myself when I see a physically attractive woman. Even though I know that looks don't qualify the individual. Its weird - some internal programming men come with I guess......
After our chat, I go back to find Make Out girl (I still don't know her name at this point) and run into Head Monster from previous posts. I have long since ended things with Head Monster but when I see her, stop and say hi.
She tells me she saw me making out with the other girl and that she is prettier. She is right. Or at least, she has a much nicer body than Make Out girl. I decide to swap and start making out with Head Monster.
She slips her hands down my pants and starts playing with Lil Twitch. I play some dominant games with her where I pin her against the bar she is leaning against, spank her, pull her hair, etc. She eats it all up.
I have her pinned against the wall when Sinn comes running up and says he is pulling and wants to know if I can take CJ home. I am down so he rolls out with his Funusual.
Bar closes, I see CJ with his girl. I go outside with mine to her car. She finishes her hand job in the parking lot and then asks if she can come over and stay the night. I have a full plate of FBs right now and really don't want her back in rotation so I tell her I am tired, kiss her good night and try to find CJ.
It turns out, he has pulled too and has his girl driving him home. Its good to have CJ back out again!
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
"I have a six pack"
Went to a club last night with Sinn, Vodka and my usual wing that I go to often. I usually have pretty good success at meeting women here and have pulled several times.
Last night was a birthday party and it was packed for a Tuesday night. Not only was it packed, there was a lot of talent.
I was pretty worn out from work and not feeling especially social. It happens. Instead of being a bump on a log, I decided to apply some social lubricant in the form of Tuaca shots. After a good buzz, I started approaching.
It was pretty clique-ish last night for some reason and sets weren't sticking. I opened several groups of girls but wasn't getting anywhere with any of them.
Towards the end of the night, I see this young, brunette hottie sitting on a bench outside smoking a cig. I plop down beside her and engage her in conversation. Things are going pretty well for the first time in the evening when this young, ripped chode walks over to her. He lifts up his shirt and says "I have a six pack". She jumps up, rubs her hands down his stomach and walks off with him.
Now, I don't know if they had spoken earlier in the night or knew each other but I do know that it was one of the quickest pick ups I have ever seen. I got the rug pulled out from under me. Fucker!
Last night was a birthday party and it was packed for a Tuesday night. Not only was it packed, there was a lot of talent.
I was pretty worn out from work and not feeling especially social. It happens. Instead of being a bump on a log, I decided to apply some social lubricant in the form of Tuaca shots. After a good buzz, I started approaching.
It was pretty clique-ish last night for some reason and sets weren't sticking. I opened several groups of girls but wasn't getting anywhere with any of them.
Towards the end of the night, I see this young, brunette hottie sitting on a bench outside smoking a cig. I plop down beside her and engage her in conversation. Things are going pretty well for the first time in the evening when this young, ripped chode walks over to her. He lifts up his shirt and says "I have a six pack". She jumps up, rubs her hands down his stomach and walks off with him.
Now, I don't know if they had spoken earlier in the night or knew each other but I do know that it was one of the quickest pick ups I have ever seen. I got the rug pulled out from under me. Fucker!
Vegas weekend
Oh, what a weekend! I always have a good time in Vegas and last weekend was no exception.
As the saying goes, “What happens in Vegas…..”. However, I will share a bit of my weekend leaving out the details of Sinn’s, Future’s and the rest of the gang’s stories. You can read up on their blogs for their Vegas adventures….
http://immaculate-seduction.blogspot.com/2007/10/why-vegas-rocked.html
http://therealsavoy.blogspot.com/2007/10/sinns-birthday-vegas-adventure-pt1.html
My #1 girl and I had planned this trip to Vegas about a month prior and by coincidence it turns out to be Sinn’s birthday. Rock on!
I arrive in Vegas a few hours before my sweetie does. I haven't had any time to myself all week so I plop myself in a corner at the airport and read and relax until she arrives.
She arrives, we hug and make out and then get in the taxi line.
There are actually two small taxi lines merging together at the end of the main line. As our line merged with the other one, some short, out of shape, middle aged lady that ended up behind us starts talking smack. Very loudly, she turns to her husband "They just cut in front of us! How dare they!" Her husband, who was also short and out of shape, realized this was trouble and told her to calm down. She says it again "They cut in front of us, what are you going to do about it?"
My sweetie turns around and says very sincerely "Sorry, our lines just merged. We didn't cut. But if you want to be in front of us, we don't care. Go ahead." The lady is being a stubborn bitch and snapped "No, you wanted to be in front of us so badly, you stay up there!"
I turn around and very nicely told the lady that two lines were merging, we would never budge in line in front of anybody on purpose and to please come in front of us. She refuses so my sweetie and I, who have better things to do than placate an over-the-hill, stuck-on-herself bitch, back turn her and continue making out. We are only about 10 people from the end of a very long taxi line so fighting over who is in front of who is pretty nonsensical at this point.
Then we hear the bitch again announce very loudly that we cut in front of her and that we were very rude. This was too much for my #1. She turns and confronts the bitch. Her husband and I both jump in and stop the cat fight before my sweetie gave her the smack down.
Her husband is very apologetic but his wife is out of control. She turns on her husband and rips him a new one. He is obviously p-whipped and lets her walk all over him. She then turns to me and starts talking shit to me like she did to her husband. I, however, am not having it and tell her in a very stern voice to “back down, get in front of us and shut the fuck up before you really have some trouble”.
Her husband quickly escorts her past us in line…….
My baby is in Vegas for less than 15 minutes and there is already drama. I don’t get some people.
My girl is very attractive – no getting around that. But I have dated hotter. The reason I like her so much is that she is very guy-like in the way she acts. She parties, she cusses, she teases and makes fun of me, she loves sex, she is very active, adventurous and intelligent. She is sexy which is very important. And she is feisty. She worked at Hooter’s once until on her third day at work, one of the girls started talking smack to her. So she kicked the girl’s ass. Two of her friends jumped in to help their friend, and she kicked their asses too. And she was fired on her third day. I love this girl!
We get to the hotel, check in, break in the room and then head out on the town. We start walking and roll into the first casino that catches our eye and head to the club. As we are walking up to the velvet rope, the bouncer looks my girl up and down and informs us where we can get some free passes. We thank him, go get the free passes and come back. And who do we run into but lo and behold, El Topo!
We roll inside and it turns out that we coincidentally ran into a bootcamp that Sinn, Future, Trance and El Topo are conducting. I tell everyone hi and introduce my girl to everyone (Sinn already knows her) and then we leave them alone to teach. I wouldn’t want anyone messing with me at my job and don’t want to fuck up their livelihood either.
My baby decides to get me drunk and starts buying me shot after shot of Tuaca. She throws one in now and then for Sinn too. We drink, we dance and dance some more.
As the night goes on, we are on the dance floor. There are several hot women dancing around us. I happen to be checking out one in particular when she also catches the attention of my girl. We dance our way over near her when my girl opens her with "you're hot!"....she replies "no, you're hot!" The two girls start talking and I start thanking my lucky stars. There may be a potential three-some in my near future. I LOVE Vegas!
I leave the girls to get to know each other and go wander around. I am at the bar on the patio when my girl finds me again. I debate about asking where the hottie was but decide it probably wasn't prudent.
My girl has now decided, probably because I have been too flirty with other girls, that it is time to put me down for the night. She buys me a double Tuaca and, because she has been tipping well all night, it actually turns out to be a quadruple. She gets one for Sinn too who is at the other end of the bar. It takes me a couple of tries but I finally get my shot down. Sinn pounds his shot and hollers "She's a keeper!" I holler back "yeah, she is like my best friend who likes to put out". This is one of my last lucid memories of the night after consuming more alcohol than any human being should be allowed to.
By this time, several of the boot campers have surrounded us. They seem like a pretty good group overall. I don't know if they were bored, trying to get to know me as another community guy or were hitting on my girl but I didn't really care. I offer her up as a pivot and a few smart ones use her to open other girls. I use this opportunity to saunter off and find the hot girl from earlier on the dance floor.
I remember reopening her with the goal of trying to score a threesome. However, I don't remember much more after opening her.
My girl later filled me in that she found me whispering into her ear with our arms around each other. My girl was not so happy to see me hitting on Hottie and pulled me away.
My girl said that by this time I was so polluted drunk I didn't know what I was doing. I announced that I wanted to fight someone and was trying to get people to box me (with no anger involved) just because I wanted to fight. She decided that she has done her job of getting me drunk and gets me back to the hotel as quickly as possible before I cause trouble.
We get back to the hotel. My memories come back to me during us having sex. We tore the place up - we broke the sex toy I brought and managed to fall out of bed against the wall messing up the wall and leaving cuts and bruises all over both of us. A successful night I must say……
The next day I woke up hung over as hell. We get some really greasy food which almost causes me toss my cookies. We had planned on doing something fun like off-roading in the desert or taking a helicopter ride but I am in no shape to do any such thing. Instead, we decide there is only one thing to do....keep drinking.
We hit a fun, outdoor bar and drink and dance the afternoon away. A little hair of the dog is just what I needed to get over my hangover. After I start feeling better, I try and talk girlie into hitting a strip club but she isn't feeling it. Instead we leave the bar, gamble a bit and drink some more and then go back to the hotel for some sex and a nap.
We then head out to Sinn's bday party. We show up at the club early and the line is already at least 2 hours long if not 3 or 4. There is no way I am wasting a Saturday night in Vegas standing in a line so I send my girlie up to the bouncer to see if she can flirt her way in. Bouncers of the top clubs in Vegas have seen it all and only one thing works for them - cold, hard cash. For $100, he walked us through the velvet rope into the club.
We meander around the club for a while and grab a few drinks. The waitresses and VIP hostesses in this club are mostly Asian and that being said, some of the hottest Asians I have ever seen! Amazing! My sweetie, who is half Spanish and half Italian, knows I have an affinity for the Asian persuasion…. My yellow fever raises its ugly head and my girl catches me staring a bit too much and drags me away towards a quiet area of the club.
As we are walking, we run into El Topo. He says that the birthday party is in the upstairs VIP (there are about 6 or 7 VIP areas in this club). He gets us in and we join the party tent. Sinn, Savoy, El Topo, Future, and Trance are partying. It’s shaping up to be a big night.
I almost feel sorry for any women that pass by.... a hot girl would walk by, one of the MPUAs would bring her in and she would end up on a guy's lap. Then my girl, who quickly figured out what her role was, would offer to take a picture of the couple and then ask them to kiss for a 2nd picture. I saw Future pull a hot, well developed Asian into the tent using his ultra secret Claw technique and onto his lap and then my girl got her to kiss him for a picture all within a couple of minutes. Fish in a barrel.....
After a bit, the PUAs would take turns going out, opening girls with “the Claw” and bringing them back to the shark den. Somehow during that time my girl and I ended up with Sinn's camera and decided that we would join the fishing expedition. We left the tent and went looking for hotties to bring back. Oh, and to mess with Sinn, we decided to take pictures on his camera of all of the UGs and fatties we could find too.
We wander the club taking pictures of UGs and telling hotties where to find the birthday party. We see Paris Hilton in one of the VIPs so we head that way to get a picture of her. I am hoping to use The Claw to get her back to Sinn’s VIP tent with the rest of the victims.
On the way, we run into this total CHODE that tells me my girl is fine and high fives me. I politely high five him and try to pass by when he corners my girl and starts talking to her. She politely engages in conversation for a couple of minutes and then passes him back to me. I excuse us but he grabs my shoulders and hangs on. He re-engages me in conversation about how he loves my shirt, my girl is cool, asks where am I from, etc.
I try to escape him yet again and he clings to my shoulder and continues asking me questions the whole time staring at my girl's tits. I am tiring of being polite to this douche and tell him that we need to get going and pull away from his talons. He tries to talk to my girl again but she is done with him too. He then comes back to me and grabs me by the shoulders again. I tell him we are trying to pass by and twist away from his grip and start to walk away.
He grabs me by the shoulders again and physically stops me. By this time, I am SO done with this guy and getting pissed. I do a quick turn around, confront him, forcefully throw his hands off my shoulders and tell him if he touches me again, I will put him down. His face looks like someone just told him they ran over his dog. He is all sad and pouty that we don't plan on hanging out with his loser ass. We quickly escape him.
We take more pictures and then head back upstairs to the VIP. We get in line for the bathrooms when I see this super HOT brunette and decide we need to bring her back to the VIP tent. I point her out to my girl who approaches her and says she wants to take a picture with her. My girl hands me Sinn's camera when the Hottie says in a very flirtatious manner that she would rather take a picture with me than with my girl. This sets my girl off who tells her that is not going happen and that she should get out of here. The hottie quickly moves on.
By this time, my girl has obviously had too much to drink. I am pacing myself since I am still somewhat hungover but even I am pretty drunk by now. She, however, is over the top and starting to get really feisty every time I get too much attention from a woman.
We head back to the VIP tent with a camera full of pictures. The party is still going strong with women coming and going.
We take some more pictures with the PUAs and help wing when necessary. Then my girl decides she has to go to the bathroom.
She leaves and while she is gone, the friend of a hot Asian girl Future has on his lap enters the tent and announces that she is going to pull her friend out of there. As every other PUA was occupied with a girl on his lap, I am the only one who overheard her dubious mission.
I immediately jump up and open her. I then pull her to a couch and put my arm around her. It turns out, all she wanted was some male attention - she calms right down. I flirt with her a while so that she wouldn't try to take Future's girl away and then pass her to Sinn as I thought he might like her.
Just as I was passing her, my girl comes back, sees the body language between the girl and I and goes off. She immediately wants to kick this girl's ass. The last thing I want is drama of my doing at Sinn's birthday celebration so I pull her out of there and back downstairs. Unfortunately, I get this big, ear to ear grin from a hottie as we are going down the stairs which just pisses my girl off even more. It is obvious that this party night has come to an end.
We leave the club and grab a taxi for a very silent ride back to the hotel. As we are heading to our room, we hear music coming from a corner of the hotel. We check it out and find a packed dance club. We roll in, head straight to the bar and I grab her some water and me two tuaca shots so I can catch up to her drunk ass.
I pound the shots and we hit the dance floor. This club is very thuggish and we are by far the best dressed, best looking couple in the place. We would have needed to have been beat by ugly sticks and have tattoos on our faces and necks to fit in. Nonetheless, we try to make the most of it and continue to drink and dance.
An UG saunters up to me on the dance floor and tries talking to me. My girl tries to kick her ass. UG runs off. This happens several times. Rinse and repeat.
It is obvious the night is finally over for us and our livers. We head back to the room. We are both sore from the previous night’s extracurricular activities so we have some very mellow, boring sex and pass out.
Sunday consists of us repeatedly yelling at the housekeeper to come back later, having morning breath sex, slowly getting our hung over butts out of bed and heading to the airport.
I flew first class and pound free wine on the plane to slowly come down from the alcohol saturated weekend vs. crashing.
As I am driving into my garage, my phone rings. It is my #2 girl who wants to know if I am back home yet. I tell her I am home and she drives over.
As she is ripping off my clothes, she asks how I got the red marks on my elbows and knees. I shut her up with a kiss and then add to my rug burns……
Sunday, October 14, 2007
I choked
I rolled into Hooters today for lunch. I know a couple of women who work at this particular Hooters through my social circle so I am not a total stranger when I go in. I stop in maybe once a month - enough so I am recognized but not so much that I am a regular/stalker.
Today, I did something to catch everyone's attention and it worked. My thoughts were that I would capture the attention of a girl or two in a positive way and had in my mind how I was going to respond.
However, I suddenly had at least 8 girls surrounding me, touching me and asking me all kinds of questions. One even asked if I was single and another put her arm around my waist.
I expected to get a little attention but didn't expect to be surrounded instantly by 8 girls in tight shirts and small shorts asking me questions. And what did I do when my grand plan worked like a charm? I choked.....no cocky funny, no quick wit, no push pull.......I did nothing and just politely said "thanks" to all of the compliments.
I then went and sat at the bar and ordered lunch. It was obvious that the bartender girl, who saw everything go down, was flirting with me. So much so that the other guys at the bar were getting restless because she was neglecting them and they weren't getting their beers refilled.
But did I get her number? Nope. Time bridge her? Still no. Instead, I had some nice, polite conversation.
As I was eating lunch, one of the 8 girls from before playfully pushed me as she walked by. Did I stop her and engage in conversation? No. Punish her by playfully slapping her hand? No. What did I do in return to her playful shove? Nothing.....
After lunch was done, the bartendar shook my hand and invited me back for Halloween so I could see her in her sexy nurse outfit. Two other girls came by and introduced themselves as I was standing up.
On my way out I gave one of the 8 an AFC compliment about her hair. And then I crawled out the door with my tail between my legs. Good news is that I can go back in there with social proof. And plan to soon. Bad news is I blew a great opportunity.......I am rusty.
Today, I did something to catch everyone's attention and it worked. My thoughts were that I would capture the attention of a girl or two in a positive way and had in my mind how I was going to respond.
However, I suddenly had at least 8 girls surrounding me, touching me and asking me all kinds of questions. One even asked if I was single and another put her arm around my waist.
I expected to get a little attention but didn't expect to be surrounded instantly by 8 girls in tight shirts and small shorts asking me questions. And what did I do when my grand plan worked like a charm? I choked.....no cocky funny, no quick wit, no push pull.......I did nothing and just politely said "thanks" to all of the compliments.
I then went and sat at the bar and ordered lunch. It was obvious that the bartender girl, who saw everything go down, was flirting with me. So much so that the other guys at the bar were getting restless because she was neglecting them and they weren't getting their beers refilled.
But did I get her number? Nope. Time bridge her? Still no. Instead, I had some nice, polite conversation.
As I was eating lunch, one of the 8 girls from before playfully pushed me as she walked by. Did I stop her and engage in conversation? No. Punish her by playfully slapping her hand? No. What did I do in return to her playful shove? Nothing.....
After lunch was done, the bartendar shook my hand and invited me back for Halloween so I could see her in her sexy nurse outfit. Two other girls came by and introduced themselves as I was standing up.
On my way out I gave one of the 8 an AFC compliment about her hair. And then I crawled out the door with my tail between my legs. Good news is that I can go back in there with social proof. And plan to soon. Bad news is I blew a great opportunity.......I am rusty.
Saturday, October 13, 2007
On Closing
By Geoffrey James
Closing Rule #1: Think Like a Closer.
http://blogs.bnet.com/salesmachine/?p=143
Closing Rule #2: Set an Objective.
http://blogs.bnet.com/salesmachine/?p=144
Closing Rule #3: Overcome Your Fear.
http://blogs.bnet.com/salesmachine/?p=145
Closing Rule #4: Always Be Checking
http://blogs.bnet.com/salesmachine/?p=146
Finally: How to Close!
http://blogs.bnet.com/salesmachine/?p=147
How to Overcome Fear.
http://blogs.bnet.com/salesmachine/?p=148
Closing Rule #1: Think Like a Closer.
http://blogs.bnet.com/salesmachine/?p=143
Closing Rule #2: Set an Objective.
http://blogs.bnet.com/salesmachine/?p=144
Closing Rule #3: Overcome Your Fear.
http://blogs.bnet.com/salesmachine/?p=145
Closing Rule #4: Always Be Checking
http://blogs.bnet.com/salesmachine/?p=146
Finally: How to Close!
http://blogs.bnet.com/salesmachine/?p=147
How to Overcome Fear.
http://blogs.bnet.com/salesmachine/?p=148
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Monday, October 8, 2007
Last week
So, I am off a whirlwind week. After having a chick wet my bed (http://twitchypua.blogspot.com/2007/09/lr-is-this-really-happening-to-me.html), I spent the day Sunday washing bed clothes and disinfecting my mattress along with working until the wee hours of the morning.
Monday was a wicked day at work. I got into yet another argument with my project lead which this time got up to the CEO. This led to several other people getting involved. So far, it appears that everyone is taking my side but having work drama is no fun.
Monday night I had my standing date to salsa dance class. My date came back and hung out on my couch after class for some naughty cuddling. She was gone maybe 15 minutes when I got a call from a girl I used to date. Her computer had crashed and lost 2 years of data. She wanted to know if I could retrieve her info. I told her to come over, hopped in the shower, threw on some sweat pants and then poured some wine.
She shows up and I figure out how to save her data in about 15 minutes. I then pour her some wine. After she finishes a glass, she gets naughty hands and decides to repay me in ways she best knows how.....
She leaves about 1am and shortly after, I get a call from one of my MLTRs who is out, drunk and wants to come over. However, I am completely exhausted so I shoo her off and catch a few hours of much needed rest.
Tuesday was even worse at work. So bad I contemplated actually storming out which is very not like me. I hate drama - especially at the work place....
I get home late and my #2 calls me and she picks a fight with me on the phone. Tonight was not the night for any drama so I cut her off and hung up on her. And then proceed to pound whiskey while I continue to work on my couch and watch TV in the background.
Wednesday night I had a date that went well. Nothing to write home about but had a good time and will hopefully go out with her again.
Thursday was another hell day at work. I took a break over lunch and made some stock market gambles and then went back to the grind. I get home late, pack my bags and then head out on the town to meet up with one of my buddies. On the way out the door, I get a call from a stripper who I have been talking to. She comes out and meets up with us and then calls all of her friends to join us. The club we were at was dead so we bounce, and then bounce again and then bounce again. Don't know why Dallas was so dead but it sucked.
The stripper and I finally give up on Dallas for the evening and come back to my place and hang for a little bit. I try to make a move but she apologizes, says she isn't feeling well and leaves. I walk her out, we kiss a little bit and then she drives off. She texts me later saying she really enjoyed hanging out with me but really isn't feeling well and will make it up to me. Shit happens I guess.
Friday I work for a couple of hours. I check my stock gamble and it has paid off. I get a wild hair, cash out some of the stock and make a bid on an auction for a super hot, rare sports car. I will find out in a week if I won it.
I then meet up with previous one-it-is for lunch and then drive to the airport. On my way there, the stripper from Thursday night texts me "I want to marry you". I tell her I will only marry her if she promises to give it up at least once a day. She agrees and I tease her some more via text as I am driving. Probably not the safest driver on the road at that moment.....
I arrive at the airport and fly out to Vegas to meet up with my #1 who is also flying out there from where she lives. Her and I made plans a month ago to hit Vegas this weekend and coincidentally, it is Sinn's birthday and he and the boys are going to be out there.
That story is for my next post.....
Monday was a wicked day at work. I got into yet another argument with my project lead which this time got up to the CEO. This led to several other people getting involved. So far, it appears that everyone is taking my side but having work drama is no fun.
Monday night I had my standing date to salsa dance class. My date came back and hung out on my couch after class for some naughty cuddling. She was gone maybe 15 minutes when I got a call from a girl I used to date. Her computer had crashed and lost 2 years of data. She wanted to know if I could retrieve her info. I told her to come over, hopped in the shower, threw on some sweat pants and then poured some wine.
She shows up and I figure out how to save her data in about 15 minutes. I then pour her some wine. After she finishes a glass, she gets naughty hands and decides to repay me in ways she best knows how.....
She leaves about 1am and shortly after, I get a call from one of my MLTRs who is out, drunk and wants to come over. However, I am completely exhausted so I shoo her off and catch a few hours of much needed rest.
Tuesday was even worse at work. So bad I contemplated actually storming out which is very not like me. I hate drama - especially at the work place....
I get home late and my #2 calls me and she picks a fight with me on the phone. Tonight was not the night for any drama so I cut her off and hung up on her. And then proceed to pound whiskey while I continue to work on my couch and watch TV in the background.
Wednesday night I had a date that went well. Nothing to write home about but had a good time and will hopefully go out with her again.
Thursday was another hell day at work. I took a break over lunch and made some stock market gambles and then went back to the grind. I get home late, pack my bags and then head out on the town to meet up with one of my buddies. On the way out the door, I get a call from a stripper who I have been talking to. She comes out and meets up with us and then calls all of her friends to join us. The club we were at was dead so we bounce, and then bounce again and then bounce again. Don't know why Dallas was so dead but it sucked.
The stripper and I finally give up on Dallas for the evening and come back to my place and hang for a little bit. I try to make a move but she apologizes, says she isn't feeling well and leaves. I walk her out, we kiss a little bit and then she drives off. She texts me later saying she really enjoyed hanging out with me but really isn't feeling well and will make it up to me. Shit happens I guess.
Friday I work for a couple of hours. I check my stock gamble and it has paid off. I get a wild hair, cash out some of the stock and make a bid on an auction for a super hot, rare sports car. I will find out in a week if I won it.
I then meet up with previous one-it-is for lunch and then drive to the airport. On my way there, the stripper from Thursday night texts me "I want to marry you". I tell her I will only marry her if she promises to give it up at least once a day. She agrees and I tease her some more via text as I am driving. Probably not the safest driver on the road at that moment.....
I arrive at the airport and fly out to Vegas to meet up with my #1 who is also flying out there from where she lives. Her and I made plans a month ago to hit Vegas this weekend and coincidentally, it is Sinn's birthday and he and the boys are going to be out there.
That story is for my next post.....
Friday, October 5, 2007
Why am I posting all of this sales stuff?
1) Because it is interesting
2) Because I think it makes a lot of sense and will help me in the sales aspects of my job
- Your job probably has sales aspects too, even if you are not in direct sales (i.e. selling an idea, selling yourself to your peers and boss, etc.)
3) Because selling yourself is a large part of seduction. And of course, rejection and the fear of rejection is a HUGE part of seduction
2) Because I think it makes a lot of sense and will help me in the sales aspects of my job
- Your job probably has sales aspects too, even if you are not in direct sales (i.e. selling an idea, selling yourself to your peers and boss, etc.)
3) Because selling yourself is a large part of seduction. And of course, rejection and the fear of rejection is a HUGE part of seduction
Thursday, October 4, 2007
Wednesday, October 3, 2007
FR: Shit tests from around the world
This was originally posted on Oct 24, 2006.
I ended up dating the Brunette for several months although she wouldn't let me sleep with her for some reason.
The Irish girl called me two days later and I slept with her that night. And the next night. And then she later flew to visit me from the UK for a little more American loving.
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I have two buddies come in to town for a conference. One I am very close to and the other I have partied with once before in Vegas. The one I am close to is Scottish but grew up mostly in Germany so he has a unique accent. He is very good looking and gets girls where ever he goes. The other is from Atlanta and has done modeling work although he is very shy and not good with women. I decide to take them out to a hot Monday night spot to show them what Dallas has to offer.
I found a new sticking point of mine. I don't have approach anxiety but when I am with other guys, I don't get in the mood to sarge. I just end up enjoying my conversation with them and never approach women.
I decide to blow through it. After we all caught up, I made them pick a girl for me to go sarge on. They of course pick the hottest blonde in the bar and make bets as to how quickly I am going to get blown out.
Hottie is at bar ordering a drink. I go stand next to her to order and realize she is with a gay guy friend. The girl is so smoking that guys on the other side of the bar are ordering her shots from afar. Because of this, the bartendar is moving slow and takes a while to get to me. During this time, I start up small talk with the gay guy.
Hottie eventually sees me talking to her friend and turns to me. I notice that she has black finger nail polish. I open her with "nice finger nails, you know, its not halloween yet" and then turn back to the gay friend.
She confronts me and says "you are not up on your fashion...Vogue says that this is the in thing." I tell gay friend "is she always like this? How can you stand to hang around her?"
She gets riled up and asks me "who am I to talk to her like that?" I ignore her comment and then say "you know, Cosmo said that black fingernails were so last year". She tells me I don't know what I am talking about since Vogue is about fashion and Cosmo is about sex. I tell her that is why I read Cosmo.
I end the fingernail polish thread. I get my drink and walk with hottie and gay guy outside to a patio. I get to know gay guy and almost flirt with him - an obstacle - while trying to balance ignoring her but keeping her involved enough to not walk away. After I feel I am in with him, I tell her I have something to show her and walk her back inside.
I am doing lots of kino - especially with her hands. We do some small talk and I had planned on doing Strawberry Fields but she starts gazing into my eyes. I decide to get her to qualify herself although I should have probably tried a kiss test then. I was still somewhat imtimidated by her beauty at this point and wanted her more into me before I attempted a kiss.
I tell her that she is obviously very beautiful but that is common in Dallas. What does she have to offer someone besides her looks? Um, blank stares.... She says, why don't you tell me what I have to offer. I don't let her get away with it and keep trying to get her to qualify herself. I can tell this is getting her more into me although she can't come up with any answers. I am realizing very quickly that this beauty isn't very bright.
We start gazing into each other's eyes and I start to slowly go in for a kiss. She seems receptive and we keep our eyes locked on each other as I slowly approach. I am about a foot away so just picture a slow motion approach with my face while our eyes are locked. As I get about 4 inches away, the gay friend appears and blocks me.
He tells me that he is supposed to be watching over her and drags her away. Shit!I go say hi to my buddies who are impressed so far and then go back out to Hottie and gay guy. I start talking to him again to get him back into me. While I am talking to him, she slinks off. After a bit, I leave and find her again although there are now several guys hitting on her and my magic is gone. I get her phone number but she seemed distracted when giving it to me. I tried to talk with her after getting her number but too many guys are vying for her attention. I leave and don't even think I will call her. A good warm up.
I head to the bathroom and then get in line at the bar for a drink. In front of me is this hot, girl-next-door brunette with a drunken, beligerent meat head guy. I open her with "don't I know you from somewhere?" What!?! How did that come of my mouth? What is wrong with me????? I have been possessed by my old, AFC self. Ugh.
Anyway, it works. She immediately turns to me and tells me - "maybe you have seen my picture on match.com or yahoo dating?" Whoa - she just opened herself to me. I ask why she is on dating sites when she is with this guy. She mentions that guy is just some fake Dallas guy hitting on her. She was actually supposed to meet some guy there but got stood up.
I ask her if she is alone and she says she came to the bar with her neighbor but yeah, she is alone. I tell her that I got stood up too by some flaky girl I have been trying to date and that we should hang out together. She agrees and we go outside.
This is one of the coolest girls I have met in a long time. We have instant connection and jump right into comfort. My buddies find me after a bit and whisper in my ear - "dude, you are with the hottest girl in the bar" She has this natural beauty that isn't very common in Dallas with all of the fakeness and plastic that is common to the city.
We talk for a while and I tell her that I am enjoying my night with her and would like to take her out sometime. Yes, this is AFCish but seemed right. She is from the midwest like me and seems a little old fashioned. She agrees, we exchange numbers. Talk some more. She brings me over to her neighbor to introduce me. I tell her after a bit I better get back to my buddies. We hug and part ways. Seriously guys, if this works, she could be girlfriend material. She is the kind of girl I am looking for.
It is closing time and my buddies and I start to leave. I go say one last good bye to my brunette and then meet my buddies outside. Scottish natural is talking to a girl from London who has a really cute friend. She has this very nerdy guy with no fashion sense and thick glasses hanging on her.
I go up to her and look over and my buddy is already making out with London girl. This happened in like 2 minutes. He is amazing.
An aside - Scottish and I were in a bar in Vegas once. He tells the bartender - tell the girl down there that I am a doctor and that I have a suite with a hottub and want her to join me. The girls looks down the bar at him, joins us and 15 minutes later he is taking her back to his room. Bastard! Its the good looks and the accent. (And no, he isn't a doctor and didn't have a suite. The girl still hung out with him all weekend)
Anyway, I turn to the friend and say "wow, look at them, our friends are really into each other. OK, I can personally guarantee that no one has ever received a shit test like this. Ready for it?In an Irish accent:"Your friend is really good looking. Is he a model? I bet you are tired of him getting all of the good looking girls and you going home with all of the ugly, fat ones." WTF?!?! Yes, you read this correctly. Thank god I was still on a high from the brunette or I would have collapsed in anguish.
She again says that my friend must be a model. I say yes, an underwear model. For fruit of the looms. She cracks up and wants to see his undies. He drops his pants a bit and shows white Calvin Kleins. She then demands to see mine - I drop my pants and show her. I tell her she can feel them if she wants to make sure they are real.
I then tell her that I never date ugly girls. She says that I must because I am not good looking like my friend. I tell her to ask my buddy how many phone numbers I got tonight. She asks and he says 2. I then tell her to ask my buddy how many he got. She asks and he says - working on 1. I tell her I am working on my third and then start into her immediately.
I was making fun of her sandals, her earrings, her accent. Just rip into her in a playful way in rapid fire. She starts getting all worked up - not quite laughing but making these strange noises - it is tough to describe. Then she starts making this sqaulking noise and kind of flapping her arms and dancing around. I tell her she looks like a squealing piglet trying to fly. This gets her doing more squaking and then she is laughing so hard she is snorting. I of course make fun of that and then go to her friend "OMG, how can you hang out with someone like this? Doesn't she embarrass you where ever you go?"
This keeps up and I have Irish gasping for breath. She has never had anyone pick on her like this. Nothing was sacred - I ripped one liners - one after another - on just about everything about her. I finally let her catch her breath and then put my arms around her. I then ask her if she remembered what she said when I first approached her. I then tell her that she must be the ugly fat one since she is with me. She playfully hits me.
We keep talking and I keep teasing her relentlessly. Its about 45 minutes after the bar has closed and my buddy is still making out with his girl, Irish and I are now standing with our arms around each other, and our model buddy and the nerdy guy are just standing there watching.I get Irish into talking about sex and she talks about giving BJs. This is going in the right direction and my plan is for me and Scottish to take the girls back to my place and abandon our Model buddy to a taxi ride to the hotel.
Out of no where, Model buddy cock blocks me. Literally. He says to Irish - if you like BJs, I would really like to feel your lips on my cock. There is an awkward silence and this kills the mood for all of us. It is 3am and I have a job interview the next day so I decide that the night is over and wave at a taxi that was waiting nearby. Everyone gets in the taxi - including the nerdy guy. However, I drove so I give Irish a kiss, tell her I would ask for her number but only get numbers from fat, ugly women.
I hand her my card and tell her if she wants more abuse, to give me a call. Irish and London are doing a tour of the states and are in Dallas for the week. Irish tells me she wants me to show her around this week and will call but I doubt she will and don't care all that much.Shit tests are obviously universal and not just a US chick thing. Of course, if all Irish guys have to put up with insults like I received, then I feel sorry for them.
I ended up dating the Brunette for several months although she wouldn't let me sleep with her for some reason.
The Irish girl called me two days later and I slept with her that night. And the next night. And then she later flew to visit me from the UK for a little more American loving.
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I have two buddies come in to town for a conference. One I am very close to and the other I have partied with once before in Vegas. The one I am close to is Scottish but grew up mostly in Germany so he has a unique accent. He is very good looking and gets girls where ever he goes. The other is from Atlanta and has done modeling work although he is very shy and not good with women. I decide to take them out to a hot Monday night spot to show them what Dallas has to offer.
I found a new sticking point of mine. I don't have approach anxiety but when I am with other guys, I don't get in the mood to sarge. I just end up enjoying my conversation with them and never approach women.
I decide to blow through it. After we all caught up, I made them pick a girl for me to go sarge on. They of course pick the hottest blonde in the bar and make bets as to how quickly I am going to get blown out.
Hottie is at bar ordering a drink. I go stand next to her to order and realize she is with a gay guy friend. The girl is so smoking that guys on the other side of the bar are ordering her shots from afar. Because of this, the bartendar is moving slow and takes a while to get to me. During this time, I start up small talk with the gay guy.
Hottie eventually sees me talking to her friend and turns to me. I notice that she has black finger nail polish. I open her with "nice finger nails, you know, its not halloween yet" and then turn back to the gay friend.
She confronts me and says "you are not up on your fashion...Vogue says that this is the in thing." I tell gay friend "is she always like this? How can you stand to hang around her?"
She gets riled up and asks me "who am I to talk to her like that?" I ignore her comment and then say "you know, Cosmo said that black fingernails were so last year". She tells me I don't know what I am talking about since Vogue is about fashion and Cosmo is about sex. I tell her that is why I read Cosmo.
I end the fingernail polish thread. I get my drink and walk with hottie and gay guy outside to a patio. I get to know gay guy and almost flirt with him - an obstacle - while trying to balance ignoring her but keeping her involved enough to not walk away. After I feel I am in with him, I tell her I have something to show her and walk her back inside.
I am doing lots of kino - especially with her hands. We do some small talk and I had planned on doing Strawberry Fields but she starts gazing into my eyes. I decide to get her to qualify herself although I should have probably tried a kiss test then. I was still somewhat imtimidated by her beauty at this point and wanted her more into me before I attempted a kiss.
I tell her that she is obviously very beautiful but that is common in Dallas. What does she have to offer someone besides her looks? Um, blank stares.... She says, why don't you tell me what I have to offer. I don't let her get away with it and keep trying to get her to qualify herself. I can tell this is getting her more into me although she can't come up with any answers. I am realizing very quickly that this beauty isn't very bright.
We start gazing into each other's eyes and I start to slowly go in for a kiss. She seems receptive and we keep our eyes locked on each other as I slowly approach. I am about a foot away so just picture a slow motion approach with my face while our eyes are locked. As I get about 4 inches away, the gay friend appears and blocks me.
He tells me that he is supposed to be watching over her and drags her away. Shit!I go say hi to my buddies who are impressed so far and then go back out to Hottie and gay guy. I start talking to him again to get him back into me. While I am talking to him, she slinks off. After a bit, I leave and find her again although there are now several guys hitting on her and my magic is gone. I get her phone number but she seemed distracted when giving it to me. I tried to talk with her after getting her number but too many guys are vying for her attention. I leave and don't even think I will call her. A good warm up.
I head to the bathroom and then get in line at the bar for a drink. In front of me is this hot, girl-next-door brunette with a drunken, beligerent meat head guy. I open her with "don't I know you from somewhere?" What!?! How did that come of my mouth? What is wrong with me????? I have been possessed by my old, AFC self. Ugh.
Anyway, it works. She immediately turns to me and tells me - "maybe you have seen my picture on match.com or yahoo dating?" Whoa - she just opened herself to me. I ask why she is on dating sites when she is with this guy. She mentions that guy is just some fake Dallas guy hitting on her. She was actually supposed to meet some guy there but got stood up.
I ask her if she is alone and she says she came to the bar with her neighbor but yeah, she is alone. I tell her that I got stood up too by some flaky girl I have been trying to date and that we should hang out together. She agrees and we go outside.
This is one of the coolest girls I have met in a long time. We have instant connection and jump right into comfort. My buddies find me after a bit and whisper in my ear - "dude, you are with the hottest girl in the bar" She has this natural beauty that isn't very common in Dallas with all of the fakeness and plastic that is common to the city.
We talk for a while and I tell her that I am enjoying my night with her and would like to take her out sometime. Yes, this is AFCish but seemed right. She is from the midwest like me and seems a little old fashioned. She agrees, we exchange numbers. Talk some more. She brings me over to her neighbor to introduce me. I tell her after a bit I better get back to my buddies. We hug and part ways. Seriously guys, if this works, she could be girlfriend material. She is the kind of girl I am looking for.
It is closing time and my buddies and I start to leave. I go say one last good bye to my brunette and then meet my buddies outside. Scottish natural is talking to a girl from London who has a really cute friend. She has this very nerdy guy with no fashion sense and thick glasses hanging on her.
I go up to her and look over and my buddy is already making out with London girl. This happened in like 2 minutes. He is amazing.
An aside - Scottish and I were in a bar in Vegas once. He tells the bartender - tell the girl down there that I am a doctor and that I have a suite with a hottub and want her to join me. The girls looks down the bar at him, joins us and 15 minutes later he is taking her back to his room. Bastard! Its the good looks and the accent. (And no, he isn't a doctor and didn't have a suite. The girl still hung out with him all weekend)
Anyway, I turn to the friend and say "wow, look at them, our friends are really into each other. OK, I can personally guarantee that no one has ever received a shit test like this. Ready for it?In an Irish accent:"Your friend is really good looking. Is he a model? I bet you are tired of him getting all of the good looking girls and you going home with all of the ugly, fat ones." WTF?!?! Yes, you read this correctly. Thank god I was still on a high from the brunette or I would have collapsed in anguish.
She again says that my friend must be a model. I say yes, an underwear model. For fruit of the looms. She cracks up and wants to see his undies. He drops his pants a bit and shows white Calvin Kleins. She then demands to see mine - I drop my pants and show her. I tell her she can feel them if she wants to make sure they are real.
I then tell her that I never date ugly girls. She says that I must because I am not good looking like my friend. I tell her to ask my buddy how many phone numbers I got tonight. She asks and he says 2. I then tell her to ask my buddy how many he got. She asks and he says - working on 1. I tell her I am working on my third and then start into her immediately.
I was making fun of her sandals, her earrings, her accent. Just rip into her in a playful way in rapid fire. She starts getting all worked up - not quite laughing but making these strange noises - it is tough to describe. Then she starts making this sqaulking noise and kind of flapping her arms and dancing around. I tell her she looks like a squealing piglet trying to fly. This gets her doing more squaking and then she is laughing so hard she is snorting. I of course make fun of that and then go to her friend "OMG, how can you hang out with someone like this? Doesn't she embarrass you where ever you go?"
This keeps up and I have Irish gasping for breath. She has never had anyone pick on her like this. Nothing was sacred - I ripped one liners - one after another - on just about everything about her. I finally let her catch her breath and then put my arms around her. I then ask her if she remembered what she said when I first approached her. I then tell her that she must be the ugly fat one since she is with me. She playfully hits me.
We keep talking and I keep teasing her relentlessly. Its about 45 minutes after the bar has closed and my buddy is still making out with his girl, Irish and I are now standing with our arms around each other, and our model buddy and the nerdy guy are just standing there watching.I get Irish into talking about sex and she talks about giving BJs. This is going in the right direction and my plan is for me and Scottish to take the girls back to my place and abandon our Model buddy to a taxi ride to the hotel.
Out of no where, Model buddy cock blocks me. Literally. He says to Irish - if you like BJs, I would really like to feel your lips on my cock. There is an awkward silence and this kills the mood for all of us. It is 3am and I have a job interview the next day so I decide that the night is over and wave at a taxi that was waiting nearby. Everyone gets in the taxi - including the nerdy guy. However, I drove so I give Irish a kiss, tell her I would ask for her number but only get numbers from fat, ugly women.
I hand her my card and tell her if she wants more abuse, to give me a call. Irish and London are doing a tour of the states and are in Dallas for the week. Irish tells me she wants me to show her around this week and will call but I doubt she will and don't care all that much.Shit tests are obviously universal and not just a US chick thing. Of course, if all Irish guys have to put up with insults like I received, then I feel sorry for them.
Tuesday, October 2, 2007
Rejection Can Motivate You!
By Geoffrey James
The first article in a multi-part series....
http://blogs.bnet.com/salesmachine/?p=137
The first article in a multi-part series....
http://blogs.bnet.com/salesmachine/?p=137
Monday, October 1, 2007
7 year marriage
Interesting article. Makes sense in many ways. If spouses knew that they could potentially lose their mate after seven years, I bet they would treat each other differently
http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20070920/od_uk_nm/oukoe_uk_germany_politics_marriage
http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20070920/od_uk_nm/oukoe_uk_germany_politics_marriage
Sunday, September 30, 2007
LR: Is this really happening to me?
I haven't been posting much lately. Its mostly due to this very demanding project I recently got put on. It's not that I haven't been going out. It's just that my choices are 1) work my ass off, go out and have fun and then post about it - OR - 2) work my ass off, go out and have fun and then sleep. Sleep has been winning.
So Friday, I have this big deadline at work that I have been preparing for over the last 2 weeks. After it was over, I went to happy hour with a good buddy where I opened 3 very HOT girls and got the numbers from 2 of them.
Then, after a few drinks were in me, pure exhaustion set in after running 100 mph the last couple of weeks. I rolled home and could barely keep my eyes open and decided to stay in - blowing off a couple of PUA guys I had plans with in the process. Sorry guys!
I did make a booty call out to a girl I see off and on who knows the week I have had. She comes over, services me and leaves. I am now fully relaxed and ready for bed. Can't beat that.
Saturday I was still tired so I napped and then decided to stay in again and relax. I was about to make another booty call to a different girl around 11pm when my buddy Vodka calls me and wants to go out. His live in girlfriend and he had a big fight and he feels like getting drunk. Game on!
We role into this bar that I knew was having a special event. Great choice! Rarely have I seen so many hot women in one place.
After a few drinks, I was waiting at the bar and the ditsy bartendar, who was probably drunk, passes me up 3 different times as she methodologically worked her way from one end of the bar to the other helping customers. She was about to pass me up for a 4th time when I grab her arm and let her know she is about to skip me again. Don't get in between me and alcohol!
As I am talking the bartendar, I feel a tug on my shirt but no way am I going to let the bartendar out of my sights so I don't turn around.
The bartender is very apologetic and gives me my round for free. I offer to buy her a shot but she says she has had enough so I grab my bounty (drinks) and turn around to head to Vodka. As I turn around, I see who has grabbed my shirt. I mid 30's, very attractive, Cougar.
One of the big changes I have been doing with my game lately is to open women with questions I really want to get a woman's perspective on. I rarely used can openers anyway and with the popularity of "The Pickup Artist" VH1 show, I don't want to do anything that sets off any red flags with women so I just make up my own.
I have been testing "truths" that are in the community to make sure they are really true. After all, I would rather get advice on women from women than a bunch of guys on internet message boards. Capt Jack has been doing some similar stuff. Check out his blog at http://captainjackpua.blogspot.com/
An opener I have been using a lot lately is to find out what women really think of guys who buy them drinks - either as an opener or shortly after meeting them. The consensus I have gotten from women is that it is a disqualifier unless the guy is "hot". This fits the common pick up community mantra of the opener doesn't matter as long as you open with confidence.
Anyway, I turn to the Cougar and say "you like whiskey?" which is what I was drinking. She says yes, with water. Nice! I turn back to the bartendar and add one more drink to my order. She also gives me this one for free.
I lead Cougar over to Vodka and give him his drink. We pound that one and grab another. And another. I have only met two people in my life that can consistently out drink me - one of the them is Vodka and the other is his best friend. I mention to Cougar that she probably doesn't want to try and keep up with us but she says she can hold her own and pounds a whiskey at every round. She even offers to buy a round for us.
As her buzz sets in, she quickly mentions that she lives way far away, that she came to the bar by herself to meet up with some friends and that if she gets too drunk, she will just crash at my place. Excellent! She answered all of the logistics questions for me without me even asking. As she is distracted, I get the thumbs up from Vodka who has a really hot girlfriend and is very picky. I am into her, have Vodka's approval that she is hot, she is making herself readily available - this is going to be a good night!
So Friday, I have this big deadline at work that I have been preparing for over the last 2 weeks. After it was over, I went to happy hour with a good buddy where I opened 3 very HOT girls and got the numbers from 2 of them.
Then, after a few drinks were in me, pure exhaustion set in after running 100 mph the last couple of weeks. I rolled home and could barely keep my eyes open and decided to stay in - blowing off a couple of PUA guys I had plans with in the process. Sorry guys!
I did make a booty call out to a girl I see off and on who knows the week I have had. She comes over, services me and leaves. I am now fully relaxed and ready for bed. Can't beat that.
Saturday I was still tired so I napped and then decided to stay in again and relax. I was about to make another booty call to a different girl around 11pm when my buddy Vodka calls me and wants to go out. His live in girlfriend and he had a big fight and he feels like getting drunk. Game on!
We role into this bar that I knew was having a special event. Great choice! Rarely have I seen so many hot women in one place.
After a few drinks, I was waiting at the bar and the ditsy bartendar, who was probably drunk, passes me up 3 different times as she methodologically worked her way from one end of the bar to the other helping customers. She was about to pass me up for a 4th time when I grab her arm and let her know she is about to skip me again. Don't get in between me and alcohol!
As I am talking the bartendar, I feel a tug on my shirt but no way am I going to let the bartendar out of my sights so I don't turn around.
The bartender is very apologetic and gives me my round for free. I offer to buy her a shot but she says she has had enough so I grab my bounty (drinks) and turn around to head to Vodka. As I turn around, I see who has grabbed my shirt. I mid 30's, very attractive, Cougar.
One of the big changes I have been doing with my game lately is to open women with questions I really want to get a woman's perspective on. I rarely used can openers anyway and with the popularity of "The Pickup Artist" VH1 show, I don't want to do anything that sets off any red flags with women so I just make up my own.
I have been testing "truths" that are in the community to make sure they are really true. After all, I would rather get advice on women from women than a bunch of guys on internet message boards. Capt Jack has been doing some similar stuff. Check out his blog at http://captainjackpua.blogspot.com/
An opener I have been using a lot lately is to find out what women really think of guys who buy them drinks - either as an opener or shortly after meeting them. The consensus I have gotten from women is that it is a disqualifier unless the guy is "hot". This fits the common pick up community mantra of the opener doesn't matter as long as you open with confidence.
Anyway, I turn to the Cougar and say "you like whiskey?" which is what I was drinking. She says yes, with water. Nice! I turn back to the bartendar and add one more drink to my order. She also gives me this one for free.
I lead Cougar over to Vodka and give him his drink. We pound that one and grab another. And another. I have only met two people in my life that can consistently out drink me - one of the them is Vodka and the other is his best friend. I mention to Cougar that she probably doesn't want to try and keep up with us but she says she can hold her own and pounds a whiskey at every round. She even offers to buy a round for us.
As her buzz sets in, she quickly mentions that she lives way far away, that she came to the bar by herself to meet up with some friends and that if she gets too drunk, she will just crash at my place. Excellent! She answered all of the logistics questions for me without me even asking. As she is distracted, I get the thumbs up from Vodka who has a really hot girlfriend and is very picky. I am into her, have Vodka's approval that she is hot, she is making herself readily available - this is going to be a good night!
I decide it is time to kiss her so I plant on one her. She kisses back and we do mini make out sessions throughout the night. Towards the end of the night, I start to get more dominant with her and grab her hair, pull it so it rocks her neck back, and bit her neck and shoulders. She is into it.
The bar closes and we are all buzzed so I grab the car keys from the valet, say goodbye to Vodka and we hop in taxi back to my place. I don't even ask if she is coming home with me - I just assume it and she goes along with it.
We get to my place and I pour us another drink - not that either of us needed one. I then give her the tour of the place. As with most stages in seduction, if you get derailed at one stage, you most likley failed at an earlier one and not at the current stage (i.e. if you don't get a return phone call after leaving a message with a girl you just met, it is not your phone skills that failed, it is that you didn't generate enough attraction prior to the call).
The same goes with last minute resistance or LMR. If the set up is right, you won't get LMR. I have a very well put together pad and after giving women a tour and going through my routines about my artwork, collectibles, etc, women usually get aggressive with me instead of the other way around. Just another tool in my seduction toolbox. I almost never run into LMR....
I give Cougar my tour and then we start making out. She pulls away from me and does a sexy strip tease for me down to the buff. She then runs into my bedroom and crawls under the covers. Naked chick in my bed!
I run around the apartment and shut off the lights and then join her in bed for some making of sexy time.
I wish I was making the rest of this up....in the middle of the night, with her cuddled up to me, I start to feel something wet on my leg. This jolts me awake and I realize she is starting to wet the bed in her sleep! Fuck! I quickly shake her awake and she stumbles out of bed to the bathroom. Not knowing the place and probably still being drunk, she falls to the floor on top of the clothes that I was wearing and ends up pissing all over them.
I jump up, turn on the lights and help her to the bathroom. She then staggers back to bed and passes out. I, however, am disgusted. I get up, hop in the shower to get the piss off my leg and then go to sleep on the couch.
She wakes up in the morning very hung over. I tell her she had an accident in the middle of the night and she doesn't remember any of it. Or at least claims not to.
This is a first for me. I have never had any girl piss themselves with me before. Not cool.
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Cancer and divorce
http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20070927/ts_nm/cancer_divorce_dc_2;_ylt=AijO5QZzAvd3ugxk1ImaKIQE1vAI
BARCELONA (Reuters) - The risk of divorce increases if one partner suffers from testicular or cervical cancer, but other types have no effect on whether a couple stays together, Norwegian researchers said on Thursday.
With most forms of cancer, the healthy spouse was likely to support his or her partner through the illness, according to the study presented at the European Cancer Conference in Barcelona.
The research compared divorce rates of 215,000 cancer survivors with those among couples free of cancer over a 17-year period.
However, testicular and cervical cancer seemed to lead to a higher chance of marriages breaking up, the study found.
Women with cervical cancer had nearly a 70 percent greater risk of divorce at the age of 20, a level that fell to 19 percent at 60. For testicular cancer, the divorce risk was 34 percent at 20 and 16 percent at 60, it said.
The reason could be because both diseases affect intimacy and result in decreased sexual activity, said Astri Syse of the Norwegian Cancer Registry, who led the study.
The virus that caused cervical cancer was often transmitted by sexual contact and could raise suspicions of infidelity. Age was another possible factor, because both cancers tended to hit people when they were younger and had not yet forged strong bonds, Syse said.
"Sexual problems or a weakening of the emotional rewards from the union are particularly devastating early in a relationship and ... an increased care load is most difficult to accept at an age when illness is most unexpected," she said.
The study found divorce was least likely when the cancer had spread or for types of cancer that had a poor prognosis.
This could be because leaving a sick spouse was seen as socially unacceptable or because an expected death would obviate the need for a divorce, Syse said
BARCELONA (Reuters) - The risk of divorce increases if one partner suffers from testicular or cervical cancer, but other types have no effect on whether a couple stays together, Norwegian researchers said on Thursday.
With most forms of cancer, the healthy spouse was likely to support his or her partner through the illness, according to the study presented at the European Cancer Conference in Barcelona.
The research compared divorce rates of 215,000 cancer survivors with those among couples free of cancer over a 17-year period.
However, testicular and cervical cancer seemed to lead to a higher chance of marriages breaking up, the study found.
Women with cervical cancer had nearly a 70 percent greater risk of divorce at the age of 20, a level that fell to 19 percent at 60. For testicular cancer, the divorce risk was 34 percent at 20 and 16 percent at 60, it said.
The reason could be because both diseases affect intimacy and result in decreased sexual activity, said Astri Syse of the Norwegian Cancer Registry, who led the study.
The virus that caused cervical cancer was often transmitted by sexual contact and could raise suspicions of infidelity. Age was another possible factor, because both cancers tended to hit people when they were younger and had not yet forged strong bonds, Syse said.
"Sexual problems or a weakening of the emotional rewards from the union are particularly devastating early in a relationship and ... an increased care load is most difficult to accept at an age when illness is most unexpected," she said.
The study found divorce was least likely when the cancer had spread or for types of cancer that had a poor prognosis.
This could be because leaving a sick spouse was seen as socially unacceptable or because an expected death would obviate the need for a divorce, Syse said
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Men are happier
http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2007/09/26/the_skinny/main3299143.shtml
"But the gender happiness gap appears long before working life. As "life has generally gotten better over the last generation" -- the Times boldly asserts, using "less crime, longer-living grandparents and much cooler gadgets" as evidence - male high school seniors have gotten happier. About 25 percent say they are satisfied with their lives, up 16 percent from 1976. Meanwhile, only 22 percent of their female peers say they're happy, about the same in the 70s.
I would posit this may have something to do with how dismally bad men's fashion was in 1976. But the experts who talked to the Times chalk it up to the "hottie theory" - the pressure for high school girls to be hot above all else. Back in the 70s, that's all you had to be. Now you have to be a Harvard-bound, track star, volunteering-at-the-homeless-shelter-on-weekends hottie. That's enough to bum anyone out. "
"But the gender happiness gap appears long before working life. As "life has generally gotten better over the last generation" -- the Times boldly asserts, using "less crime, longer-living grandparents and much cooler gadgets" as evidence - male high school seniors have gotten happier. About 25 percent say they are satisfied with their lives, up 16 percent from 1976. Meanwhile, only 22 percent of their female peers say they're happy, about the same in the 70s.
I would posit this may have something to do with how dismally bad men's fashion was in 1976. But the experts who talked to the Times chalk it up to the "hottie theory" - the pressure for high school girls to be hot above all else. Back in the 70s, that's all you had to be. Now you have to be a Harvard-bound, track star, volunteering-at-the-homeless-shelter-on-weekends hottie. That's enough to bum anyone out. "
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Saturday, September 22, 2007
Myspace lessons
Myspace can be a great tool for finding dates and I have found it to be an even better tool for managing your relationships.
However, I want to share some lessons that I have recently learned the hard way.
Although having a bunch of hot women as your friends who leave comments for you can help you attract more women (trust me, it does), it will bite you in the arse if you are seriously dating more than one woman at once.
The girls will "mark their territory" by sending comments that show you are dating. And they will wonder why some other girl is higher up on your friends list than they are.
Also, this will eliminate a girl you are dating fishing through your "friends" and finding pictures of you kissing or huggin on anther girl.
So, if you are an active Myspace user, hide your friends and your comments before getting involved with more than one woman. Trust me, it will remove some drama from your life.
However, I want to share some lessons that I have recently learned the hard way.
Although having a bunch of hot women as your friends who leave comments for you can help you attract more women (trust me, it does), it will bite you in the arse if you are seriously dating more than one woman at once.
The girls will "mark their territory" by sending comments that show you are dating. And they will wonder why some other girl is higher up on your friends list than they are.
Also, this will eliminate a girl you are dating fishing through your "friends" and finding pictures of you kissing or huggin on anther girl.
So, if you are an active Myspace user, hide your friends and your comments before getting involved with more than one woman. Trust me, it will remove some drama from your life.
Bachelor Pad
I recently updated my bachelor pad post based on the latest lessons I learned.
http://twitchypua.blogspot.com/2007/06/bachelor-pad.html
http://twitchypua.blogspot.com/2007/06/bachelor-pad.html
Friday, September 21, 2007
Wealth
"The real measure of your wealth is how much you'd be worth if you lost all your money."
-Unknown
-Unknown
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Surrounded by rapport
A coincidence? I don't know...but I have seen several articles on how to build rapport over the last few days so I thought I would share the collection.
http://www.thundercatseductionlair.com/2007/09/why-the-hell-sh.html
How to Build Instant Rapport:
http://blogs.bnet.com/salesmachine/?p=67
The Attitude that Builds Rapport:
http://blogs.bnet.com/salesmachine/?p=123
Builde Rapport at first contact:
http://blogs.bnet.com/salesmachine/?p=126
How to Build Rapport on the phone:
http://blogs.bnet.com/salesmachine/?p=128&tag=nl.e808
http://www.thundercatseductionlair.com/2007/09/why-the-hell-sh.html
How to Build Instant Rapport:
http://blogs.bnet.com/salesmachine/?p=67
The Attitude that Builds Rapport:
http://blogs.bnet.com/salesmachine/?p=123
Builde Rapport at first contact:
http://blogs.bnet.com/salesmachine/?p=126
How to Build Rapport on the phone:
http://blogs.bnet.com/salesmachine/?p=128&tag=nl.e808
Sunday, September 16, 2007
Quote of the day
"Let us have wine and women, mirth and laughter. Sermons and soda water the day after."
Lord Byron.
Lord Byron.
Friday, September 14, 2007
Thursday, September 13, 2007
LRs - moving week
This was originailly posted on a forum on May 15, 2007
What a week! I am moving this week and the project I have been working on just launched so saying I had a stressful week is an understatement.
Wednesday night we had a celebratory happy hour at work. Everyone was having a good time and unwinding by pounding drinks.
One of the top 10 hottest girls at work, who I barely know, was there and had a couple of guys gaming her.
I worked my way to her proximity and listened to the guys telling her how beautiful she was, how great she was, etc. It was sickening how much they were sucking up.I
jumped into the conversation right after she made a comment about how wonderful something was that she had done. Instead of complimenting her like the other guys, I blurted loudly "bullshit".
All three turned to me in shock and then the guys quickly turned away from me and tried gaming her again. I was laughing at myself internally for my opening line being the word "bullshit". It just popped out. However, I now had her attention and she demanded to know why I made a comment like that.
We get into conversation and I start slamming on her in a playful way - telling her she was a brat, how I could never take her home to mom, etc. All the while the other guys are telling her how rude I am being, how she doesn't deserve to be treated like that, etc.
She quickly leaves their side and starts hanging with me and giving my kino in the form of punches on the arm. The guys try AMOGing me a few more times but there were also AMOGing each other and both ended up walking away frustrated.
Just then THE hottest girl at work comes in. I smile at her, she smiles back and I make a mental note of where she was and went back to gaming my current target. As happy hour starts winding down, my best buddy at work saunters over. We make plans to invite a select few to another venue to continue the party. He showed an interest in my current girl so I introduced those two and leave to start talking to the HB10.
I know HB10 pretty well but always in a professional way. I use the social venue as an opportunity to start flirting. We have always had good rapport so I am hoping I can turn it into something sexual. She seems receptive so I invite her to bounce with us to a new venue. She agrees.
My buddy and I end up bringing about 15 people with us to a new venue. We both spot a large group in the corner with a smoking hot blonde girl in the center. We decide to open the group with "what are you celebrating?" and plan to try and pawn to the blonde.
It turns out it was a birthday of a guy in the group. We bring our group over to their group and we all sing "happy birthday" to the birthday boy. Since we were the instigators that brought the two groups together, we both noticed a lot of IOIs from the ladies. Unfortunately, the hot blonde was engaged to one of the guys at the table so it didn't go anywhere.
I ended up having a different engaged girl from the new group come on to me and my buddy had a couple of girls open him. Ultimately, we decided to stay with our original targets and we bounced them to yet another venue.
Long story short, my buddy ends up making out with my original girl at the bar and getting her number, I took HB10 home with me as a grand finale to my apartment I am moving out of.
Fortunately for me, HB10 had to fly out early in the morning so I didn't have to run into her awkwardly at work the next day.
Thursday night I get the keys to my new apartment and start moving. I get a call from a girl I met on myspace who I haven't seen in several months. She wants to see me but I tell her I am moving and can't. She offers to come help and happens to own an SUV so I welcome her over.
She busts her ass helping me for 3 hours and then we decide to take a break. We go inside to my old apartment and I pour us some wine. Make out ensues on the couch amid all of the boxes and wreckage. She happens to have Aunt Flo in town so I couldn't escalate too far but she managed to find a way to lick the situation.
How about that? A girl comes to help me move and gives me a BJ as payment?!?!?!
Friday at work, I am sore from moving. Getting old sucks!!! At work, I start flirting with the second hottest girl in the company, an HB9, who used to be a 10 a few years ago in her prime. This girl gets hit on by everybody at the company. I have personally seen the CEO ask her out 3 times.
Anyway, I flirt with her as I always do. This time, she acts all strange. Later, her best friend at work comes over to me and tells me that I should ask her out. I approach her later in the day and tell her a "little birdie" told me to ask you out. She demands to know who told me that and a teasing game ensues.
Eventually, she gets the name of the birdie out of me. I extract myself from the conversation and go back to work. Later, HB9 comes to my seat and asks for my Instant Messager ID. We start IMing and she asks me out for Saturday night. I tell her I can't as I am moving. She tells me that she is tired of me just flirting and that someone had to make the first move. She also mentions that she won't wait around forever.....interesting, I had no idea she was into me other than for just innocent flirting.
Later Friday night, the best friend of one of my ex girlfriends comes into town for a planned visit. She gets in late and we go to a late dinner and then go to my new apt to crash. We are both exhausted so nothing really happens other than a makeout session.
Saturday, the friend of my ex, a HB9, and I spend all day moving. By the end of the day, we are exhausted. We both clean up and head out to the bar and meet up with my buddy from work.
He is on fire and opens no less than 10 girls at the bar and walks away with at least 5 numbers.
The HB9 and I make out all night but every time I leave her to get another drink or hit the head, random guys end up hitting on her. She is definitely one of the hottest girls in the bar. And no one compares to her moves on the dance floor.
Back home, I get her naked for the first time. She then asks me if I have ever slept with her best friend when dated her. I really like this girl and don't want to lie so I tell her the truth - yes. She freezes up and gives me last minute resistance. I don't try to push through it and go to sleep.
The next morning before she leaves back to her home town, we go sit by the pool. She apologizes for not "giving it up" the night before. I tell her it is OK, that I want her to be comfortable before we do anything serious but that she has to be relaxed around me or I won't date her anymore. She says she understands and wants to know when we will see each other again. We make plans.
Sunday, I am moving by myself when my previous #1 girl who I have stopped seeing calls me. She originally decided to not date me anymore because she couldn't stand me living with my hot roommate. She has found random girl's hair in my bed, discovered condoms missing, heard my phone ring in the middle of the night yet she is only jealous of my roommate who I have no physical relationship with. I don't get it.
But anyway, she calls me up and starts yet another fight. I tell her I have to finish moving and hang up. She shows up 30 minutes later and wants to help me move.
It was a funny thing. Here she is, helping me move but still acting angry at me. She wasn't speaking to me and glaring at me every time we passed yet she was carrying box after box to my new place. Too funny!!!
After a bit, she got hot so she took off her outershirt and her bra so she was just wearing a thin white shirt. She used to be a Hooter's girl and a lingerie model and has "huge tracks of land" to quote Monty Python.
Soon, she has attracted the attention of a couple of hispanic guys who are obviously interested in her thin, white, sweaty wet tank top. She angrily confronts me and demands to know why those guys were staring at her. I tell her it is probably because she is winning the wet t-shirt contest as her nipples are definitely exposed. She isn't embarrased at all and says that she is letting it all hang out so that I will be turned on and won't turn her down this time.
-An aside - the second to last time I saw her, we got into a huge fight. I ended up throwing her out of my place. After she was already out and I was slamming the door, she asked if she could come back in for a quicky. I was so angry with her at the moment that I couldn't even dream of touching her. She was still pissed that I turned down sex with her.
The last time I saw her, she came to pick up my very drunk ass when I was out with CJ, Sinn, Fidelio and Second Chance. Unfortunatley, I had one too many Tuaca shots and ended up picking a fight with her over nothing and she left me at the bar to drunkely get home on my own. So, the last two times I have been with her, we haven't had sex.
Anyway, we finish moving and go inside my new place. She mentions that we should take a shower since we are all hot and sweaty. We jump in together and scrub each other clean. We then break in the new apartment and she leaves.
What a week! I can now add "tired" to "stressed" to describe my week. However, it is weeks like this which is the reason we are all in this community.
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Here is a response to a comment about my post
I definitely run Mystery Method and believe that I have a natural Cocky/Funny attitude.
Interestingly, I have a major sticking point when it comes to qualification. I am pretty stoic and not good at expressing my feelings. I am horrible at qualifying women.
I often find this has the effect of blowing up many of my sets. However, some women seem to interpret this lack of emotion as either a challenge or confidence and plow through it. It seems to cause some women to be obsessed with me as I am such a closed book.
I find that women often fish for compliments and validation from me. Since this makes me feel awkward, I usually avoid the conversation with some smart ass remark which just feeds the flame.
As my goal is to find "the one" to eventually marry and start a family, I have a goal to work on this sticking point of mine. I actually told my ex's best friend today that I missed her since she was gone which is a huge step for me. I am not comfortable expressing feelings or showing emotions.
But to directly answer your question, I think what initially gets these women attracted to me is my indifference. Until you are ready to settle down, you should be dating as much as possible.
I love women - how they think, how they act, how they react, etc. Most of my friends are women. I surround myself with females. Many of them gorgeous.
This has a spiraling result of attracting even more women in my life. And trust me, the more women you have in your life, the less shit you are willing to deal with as you are burnt out by it.
Since you have ZERO tolerance for their emotional games, you come across as different and confident. You become the unique guy in their life who doesn't fall into their traps or play their games. They can't help but become attracted to you.
For instance, the HB10 at work. She has the most phenominal body...she wears a size 2 but has natural DD breast and a fun personality. Guys hit on her all the time but more importantly, guys stare at her boobs more often than not when they talk to her.
When I spoke with her the first few times, I held eye contact, I teased her instead of complimenting her, and I was abrubt with her and held to my schedule instead of hers (i.e., when I got the information I needed from her at work, I left as opposed to most guys who stayed and flirted - indifference).
I believe this is hugely attractive to women who get hit on several times a day with the same generic lines over and over.
Morale of the story - be different, don't care about the results of your actions, have someone else lined up to ensure you don't invest too much in any one interaction. And have fun.
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Update: HB10 from work got into town yesterday and sent me a text....."meet me in elevator".
We met up in the elevator for one of the hottest elevator rides I have ever been on. I had a smile on my face the rest of the day at work.
Last night, her and one of her girlfriends were at the airport waiting for their flight which was delayed several hours because of the storms. They called me and were speaking with a british accent.
They had decided to start drinking at the airport bar, speak only with british accents and see how many guys hit on them with the opening line "where are you from?". They called me periodically with updates.
It was hilarious! They were trying to talk british but slurring their words at the same time from the booze.
Moral of the story - We all know that it doesn't matter what you say as long as you open with confidence and good body language. However, take a second to come up with something unique or original so that you stand out from the pack.
EVERY SINGLE guy that talked to them opened them with "so where are you from". EVERY ONE.
What a week! I am moving this week and the project I have been working on just launched so saying I had a stressful week is an understatement.
Wednesday night we had a celebratory happy hour at work. Everyone was having a good time and unwinding by pounding drinks.
One of the top 10 hottest girls at work, who I barely know, was there and had a couple of guys gaming her.
I worked my way to her proximity and listened to the guys telling her how beautiful she was, how great she was, etc. It was sickening how much they were sucking up.I
jumped into the conversation right after she made a comment about how wonderful something was that she had done. Instead of complimenting her like the other guys, I blurted loudly "bullshit".
All three turned to me in shock and then the guys quickly turned away from me and tried gaming her again. I was laughing at myself internally for my opening line being the word "bullshit". It just popped out. However, I now had her attention and she demanded to know why I made a comment like that.
We get into conversation and I start slamming on her in a playful way - telling her she was a brat, how I could never take her home to mom, etc. All the while the other guys are telling her how rude I am being, how she doesn't deserve to be treated like that, etc.
She quickly leaves their side and starts hanging with me and giving my kino in the form of punches on the arm. The guys try AMOGing me a few more times but there were also AMOGing each other and both ended up walking away frustrated.
Just then THE hottest girl at work comes in. I smile at her, she smiles back and I make a mental note of where she was and went back to gaming my current target. As happy hour starts winding down, my best buddy at work saunters over. We make plans to invite a select few to another venue to continue the party. He showed an interest in my current girl so I introduced those two and leave to start talking to the HB10.
I know HB10 pretty well but always in a professional way. I use the social venue as an opportunity to start flirting. We have always had good rapport so I am hoping I can turn it into something sexual. She seems receptive so I invite her to bounce with us to a new venue. She agrees.
My buddy and I end up bringing about 15 people with us to a new venue. We both spot a large group in the corner with a smoking hot blonde girl in the center. We decide to open the group with "what are you celebrating?" and plan to try and pawn to the blonde.
It turns out it was a birthday of a guy in the group. We bring our group over to their group and we all sing "happy birthday" to the birthday boy. Since we were the instigators that brought the two groups together, we both noticed a lot of IOIs from the ladies. Unfortunately, the hot blonde was engaged to one of the guys at the table so it didn't go anywhere.
I ended up having a different engaged girl from the new group come on to me and my buddy had a couple of girls open him. Ultimately, we decided to stay with our original targets and we bounced them to yet another venue.
Long story short, my buddy ends up making out with my original girl at the bar and getting her number, I took HB10 home with me as a grand finale to my apartment I am moving out of.
Fortunately for me, HB10 had to fly out early in the morning so I didn't have to run into her awkwardly at work the next day.
Thursday night I get the keys to my new apartment and start moving. I get a call from a girl I met on myspace who I haven't seen in several months. She wants to see me but I tell her I am moving and can't. She offers to come help and happens to own an SUV so I welcome her over.
She busts her ass helping me for 3 hours and then we decide to take a break. We go inside to my old apartment and I pour us some wine. Make out ensues on the couch amid all of the boxes and wreckage. She happens to have Aunt Flo in town so I couldn't escalate too far but she managed to find a way to lick the situation.
How about that? A girl comes to help me move and gives me a BJ as payment?!?!?!
Friday at work, I am sore from moving. Getting old sucks!!! At work, I start flirting with the second hottest girl in the company, an HB9, who used to be a 10 a few years ago in her prime. This girl gets hit on by everybody at the company. I have personally seen the CEO ask her out 3 times.
Anyway, I flirt with her as I always do. This time, she acts all strange. Later, her best friend at work comes over to me and tells me that I should ask her out. I approach her later in the day and tell her a "little birdie" told me to ask you out. She demands to know who told me that and a teasing game ensues.
Eventually, she gets the name of the birdie out of me. I extract myself from the conversation and go back to work. Later, HB9 comes to my seat and asks for my Instant Messager ID. We start IMing and she asks me out for Saturday night. I tell her I can't as I am moving. She tells me that she is tired of me just flirting and that someone had to make the first move. She also mentions that she won't wait around forever.....interesting, I had no idea she was into me other than for just innocent flirting.
Later Friday night, the best friend of one of my ex girlfriends comes into town for a planned visit. She gets in late and we go to a late dinner and then go to my new apt to crash. We are both exhausted so nothing really happens other than a makeout session.
Saturday, the friend of my ex, a HB9, and I spend all day moving. By the end of the day, we are exhausted. We both clean up and head out to the bar and meet up with my buddy from work.
He is on fire and opens no less than 10 girls at the bar and walks away with at least 5 numbers.
The HB9 and I make out all night but every time I leave her to get another drink or hit the head, random guys end up hitting on her. She is definitely one of the hottest girls in the bar. And no one compares to her moves on the dance floor.
Back home, I get her naked for the first time. She then asks me if I have ever slept with her best friend when dated her. I really like this girl and don't want to lie so I tell her the truth - yes. She freezes up and gives me last minute resistance. I don't try to push through it and go to sleep.
The next morning before she leaves back to her home town, we go sit by the pool. She apologizes for not "giving it up" the night before. I tell her it is OK, that I want her to be comfortable before we do anything serious but that she has to be relaxed around me or I won't date her anymore. She says she understands and wants to know when we will see each other again. We make plans.
Sunday, I am moving by myself when my previous #1 girl who I have stopped seeing calls me. She originally decided to not date me anymore because she couldn't stand me living with my hot roommate. She has found random girl's hair in my bed, discovered condoms missing, heard my phone ring in the middle of the night yet she is only jealous of my roommate who I have no physical relationship with. I don't get it.
But anyway, she calls me up and starts yet another fight. I tell her I have to finish moving and hang up. She shows up 30 minutes later and wants to help me move.
It was a funny thing. Here she is, helping me move but still acting angry at me. She wasn't speaking to me and glaring at me every time we passed yet she was carrying box after box to my new place. Too funny!!!
After a bit, she got hot so she took off her outershirt and her bra so she was just wearing a thin white shirt. She used to be a Hooter's girl and a lingerie model and has "huge tracks of land" to quote Monty Python.
Soon, she has attracted the attention of a couple of hispanic guys who are obviously interested in her thin, white, sweaty wet tank top. She angrily confronts me and demands to know why those guys were staring at her. I tell her it is probably because she is winning the wet t-shirt contest as her nipples are definitely exposed. She isn't embarrased at all and says that she is letting it all hang out so that I will be turned on and won't turn her down this time.
-An aside - the second to last time I saw her, we got into a huge fight. I ended up throwing her out of my place. After she was already out and I was slamming the door, she asked if she could come back in for a quicky. I was so angry with her at the moment that I couldn't even dream of touching her. She was still pissed that I turned down sex with her.
The last time I saw her, she came to pick up my very drunk ass when I was out with CJ, Sinn, Fidelio and Second Chance. Unfortunatley, I had one too many Tuaca shots and ended up picking a fight with her over nothing and she left me at the bar to drunkely get home on my own. So, the last two times I have been with her, we haven't had sex.
Anyway, we finish moving and go inside my new place. She mentions that we should take a shower since we are all hot and sweaty. We jump in together and scrub each other clean. We then break in the new apartment and she leaves.
What a week! I can now add "tired" to "stressed" to describe my week. However, it is weeks like this which is the reason we are all in this community.
-----------------------------------------------------------
Here is a response to a comment about my post
I definitely run Mystery Method and believe that I have a natural Cocky/Funny attitude.
Interestingly, I have a major sticking point when it comes to qualification. I am pretty stoic and not good at expressing my feelings. I am horrible at qualifying women.
I often find this has the effect of blowing up many of my sets. However, some women seem to interpret this lack of emotion as either a challenge or confidence and plow through it. It seems to cause some women to be obsessed with me as I am such a closed book.
I find that women often fish for compliments and validation from me. Since this makes me feel awkward, I usually avoid the conversation with some smart ass remark which just feeds the flame.
As my goal is to find "the one" to eventually marry and start a family, I have a goal to work on this sticking point of mine. I actually told my ex's best friend today that I missed her since she was gone which is a huge step for me. I am not comfortable expressing feelings or showing emotions.
But to directly answer your question, I think what initially gets these women attracted to me is my indifference. Until you are ready to settle down, you should be dating as much as possible.
I love women - how they think, how they act, how they react, etc. Most of my friends are women. I surround myself with females. Many of them gorgeous.
This has a spiraling result of attracting even more women in my life. And trust me, the more women you have in your life, the less shit you are willing to deal with as you are burnt out by it.
Since you have ZERO tolerance for their emotional games, you come across as different and confident. You become the unique guy in their life who doesn't fall into their traps or play their games. They can't help but become attracted to you.
For instance, the HB10 at work. She has the most phenominal body...she wears a size 2 but has natural DD breast and a fun personality. Guys hit on her all the time but more importantly, guys stare at her boobs more often than not when they talk to her.
When I spoke with her the first few times, I held eye contact, I teased her instead of complimenting her, and I was abrubt with her and held to my schedule instead of hers (i.e., when I got the information I needed from her at work, I left as opposed to most guys who stayed and flirted - indifference).
I believe this is hugely attractive to women who get hit on several times a day with the same generic lines over and over.
Morale of the story - be different, don't care about the results of your actions, have someone else lined up to ensure you don't invest too much in any one interaction. And have fun.
----------
Update: HB10 from work got into town yesterday and sent me a text....."meet me in elevator".
We met up in the elevator for one of the hottest elevator rides I have ever been on. I had a smile on my face the rest of the day at work.
Last night, her and one of her girlfriends were at the airport waiting for their flight which was delayed several hours because of the storms. They called me and were speaking with a british accent.
They had decided to start drinking at the airport bar, speak only with british accents and see how many guys hit on them with the opening line "where are you from?". They called me periodically with updates.
It was hilarious! They were trying to talk british but slurring their words at the same time from the booze.
Moral of the story - We all know that it doesn't matter what you say as long as you open with confidence and good body language. However, take a second to come up with something unique or original so that you stand out from the pack.
EVERY SINGLE guy that talked to them opened them with "so where are you from". EVERY ONE.
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