Myspace pays off again

On Sunday, I got a myspace message from a girl who found me on myspace many months ago. We went out a few times but lost touch with each other and hadn't spoken in a while.


I called her after getting the message and we did some small talk/catch up.... What have you been up to? How is work? etc. etc.


On Monday, I get a joke email from her with a little message from her saying it was good to hear from me Sunday and that I need to call her more often.


Tuesday night, after having a long day, I was getting ready to crawl into bed when I decided to text her "Nite". She replies "Hey, what U up 2?"


I text "Ready for bed". She texts back "How dull!"


In my world, that is Girl for GAME ON!


I text back "What are you up to?" She says "Reading"


Me: "You have to be naughtier than that to keep my attention"


Her: "OK. Touching myself now. Thinking of you"


Me: "Can you take pictures and send to me? =) " [Just being a flirty pervert]


Her: "Can't, hands busy"


Me: "Then you suck! Off to bed" [I am baiting her here]


Her: "You can come watch in person if you want"

Me: "Yeah yeah. You are all talk"

Her: "I am serious"

Me: "On my way"


I show up at her place and she hears my car pull up (it is loud) and opens the door for me. She is wearing a thin nighty and nothing else. No panties, no bra. Nothing!

She gives me a hug and I go to give her a kiss but she turns her head so I only get her cheek. I am a little taken aback by this because in every other way, she is being very forward. I realize she must want some comfort first so I follow her up to her bedroom and crawl into bed with her.

We cuddle up and make small talk. After a bit, she initiates the kissing. Then she takes her nighty off and initiates a whole lot more. All in all a great way to end a hard day!

Sexual tension pays off!

I go down to south Texas to visit my sweetie from http://twitchypua.blogspot.com/2007/06/just-tip.html. I have been amping the sexual tension for several months with take aways, teasing, dirty talk, phone sex, seductive texts, etc.

It has been a lot of fun for both of us but I decided that we were finally comfortable enough with each other to progress to the next level.

I get us a nice hotel near where all of the going out spots are at so we don’t have to worry about driving after drinking. Plus it gives us a nice, comfy setting for our hot night.

She puts on a super sexy dress, does her hair all seductively and looks amazing! We almost don’t make it out of the room. We go to a nice jazz club and have some martinis and listen to some music. We then go to another bar that has a nice acoustic band playing. Then we go to a “booty shaking” club and dance a little bit. We are making out the whole night every chance we get.

My girl is looking so fine she almost got me into a fight. As we were coming down some stairs, she was walking in front of me as three guys were coming up the stairs. The first guy stops when he sees her and exclaims “OH….MY….GOD!!!! HELLLLLOOOO HONEY!” and then tries to put his arms around her and pull her into him.

I am right behind her with my hand on her back helping her down the stairs but the guy doesn’t seem to care. She is trying to pry his hands off her and turns to me to help . I say “Dude, I am standing right here. Get your hands off my girl!” He and his buddies size me up a bit and start to talk smack. The three guys are all smaller than me and standing lower on the stairs so I definitely had an advantage (other than there were 3 of them). I briefly consider shoving the main guy backwards into his buddies sending them all tumbling down the stairs but I realize that isn’t going to get me anywhere with my girl. Plus I don’t need to be arrested right now so I diffuse the situation. We finish going down the stairs and I parade my prize throughout the bar.

I decide it is time to go back before any more drama ensues or we get too intoxicated. We walk into the room and clothes start flying off. She suggests taking a shower together to get the sweat from dancing off of us. It was a VERY hot shower!!! Helpful hint: handicap safety bars in showers are great things for keeping your balance!!!

We take it to the bed, still not fully dried off from the shower. During our earlier dirty talk, she told me how she loves to be on top so after throwing her to the bed and having my way with her for a bit, I rolled her over and let her go to town.

And boy did she ever! Several months of sexual frustration were released! I was telling her how naughty she was and spanking her and that only encouraged her to give more. She was riding so hard and putting so much into it, I thought she was going to snap Lil Twitch in two and considered stopping her! The bed was banging so loudly against the wall that I KNOW we had to wake up half of the floor. I love Latinas!

After we both finished, she lay exhausted on top of me and we both drifted off to sleep. She awoke later and went to the rest room. While she was in there, I looked behind the bed. We did some serious damage to the wall and had dry wall dust all over the floor.

It is two days later and my stomach muscles are still so sore it hurts to move or laugh.

Seriously, I really didn’t want to get any

Friday night I roll into Xbar to meet up with my wing. Sinn also texts me and told me he would be there.

I consider dating a lot like playing pool or chess or any other strategy game. You need to be thinking 2 or 3 steps ahead.... Since one night stands are not my goal, I don’t normally go for same night lays. Instead, I like to keep the seduction and sexual tension going as long as possible because it is fun for me and I like to tease. I may not get the raw numbers that many PUAs get, but mine are all high quality – women I would actually like to date and get to know better.

Thinking ahead, I wanted to seed the joint with a few women I was interested in so that I knew I would have a fun night in case my buddies got distracted and there was nothing else there that interested me. I had already coordinated with the Hooter’s girl from http://twitchypua.blogspot.com/2007/06/thank-you-roomy.html and a hot girl from work to show up. It had all of the elements of being a fun night.

I roll in and the place is PUA central. Capt Jack, Sinn, El Topo, Quipster, Vector and a few others are there. I grab a beer and make a few rounds and run into my wing who has his HOT on again/off again girlfriend with him.

As we are talking, I see this statuesque, beautiful brunette come in out of the corner of my eye. The girl is EXACTLY my type physically. I note where she wanders off to and keep talking to wing and his girl. We are also standing near Sinn and I watch him open a hottie and start a make out in record time.

After we are caught up, I decide to go over and talk to Brunette. As I approach, I run into a MAJOR problem. My beautiful Brunette is with my Hooter’s girl who saw me approaching and now has a big smile on her face. I give Hooters a big hug and introduce myself to Brunette and find out that they have been friends since Middle school.

After exchanging some niceties where I decide that not only is Brunette beautiful, she is sweetheart too. I go back to Wing and his girl and we ponder how I might be able to swap. I don’t have a lot invested in Hooters other than babysitting her and making out with her one drunken night. Normally, I would have been very happy with Hooters but Brunette, from what little I know her, is EXACTLY my type. And I would regret not attempting to progress with her. Wing and his girl determine that it would be near impossible and that I should just stick with Hooters. Not to be dissuaded, I run into El Topo and we discuss the possible swap. He decides he is going to help me and we go back in with him as my wing.

El Topo works some magic and over the course of a couple of conversations, distracts Hooters enough so that I get some flirt time in with Brunette. I am teasing her – calling her a brat, telling her we are broken up, that I could never bring someone like her home to momma, calling her a Dork. She is giggling and playing with her hair as I tease her. I get her work schedule so that I know when to see her next.

All the while, El Topo is capturing the girl’s attention with his stories and spiking their emotions. For those of you considering a one-on-one training session with El Topo, I recommend it. The boy knows his stuff!

About this time, the girl from work and a friend of hers enters. Work Girl has had a huge crush on me for quite some time. She is a little older but definitely very attractive. I have been teasing her on IM and text but have never made a move on her. I am still undecided as to whether I am going to do something with her as I don’t like to shit where I eat and I am already dating a 10 on a 10 scale from work.

I suddenly realize I have a potential problem here. I am trying to work Brunette, have Hooters still giving me big smiles and now Work Girl joins the mix and comes over to me. I make introductions all around which was very awkward and then extract Work Girl to the other side of the bar so I don’t screw up all of the possible sets. Fortunately, the bar has a divider wall so there is no line of site between the girls. As long as I can keep the girls on each side of the bar, I can freely work all three.

El Topo is in a generous mood and again decides to help me. He distracts Work Girl’s friend so that I can get alone time with Work Girl when I am on that side of the bar. Work Girl’s friend is kind of crazy so I am sure he was having a good time.

The night progresses, all three of the girls I am talking to get buzzed and I continue to go back and forth between both sides of the bar. I see Capt Jack open several sets throughout the night and get into rapport with all of them.

After some dancing, Work Girl tells me she has to talk to me and pulls me aside. We go into a corner and she says “kiss me!” I stare into her eyes, grab a big chunk of her hair, move like I am going in for a big, first, romantic kiss, and then…… lick the side of her face. I love to tease!

Unfortunately, she doesn’t take this so well and gets mad and storms off back to her friend. I actually wanted something like this to happen because she was making kissing me way to big of a deal. I am worried that Work Girl wants to jump right away into a relationship when I am more interested in dating until I get to know her better. I use this opportunity to go to the other side and try to find Brunette.

Brunette is no where to be found but Hooters is excited to see me. I ask her where Brunette is and she doesn’t know either. We end up talking for a bit and before I leave to the other side of the bar, give her a peck on the lips.

I find Work Girl who is now out on the dance floor with her friend. Work Girl is dancing with a loser guy and her friend is with El Topo. This is obviously a jealousy play on Work Girl’s part. Instead of taking the bait, I go to the bar, order a drink and open a girl at the bar.

After the song is over, Work Girl leaves the dance floor and comes up to me. She tells me she is upset that I always tease her. I tell her we should talk and take her to the corner again. I tell her that I avoid dating people at work and that if anything happened, it could risk my job. She swears she won’t tell and I make her promise that if anything did happen, she wouldn’t gossip at work. I then discuss the fact that I am not necessarily looking for as serious of a relationship as I believe that she is and that I move slowly emotionally. She takes it all well and then we head to the dance floor.

A good, slow song comes on and we start slow dancing. And then making out. She is an amazing kisser! Why did I wait so long to make a move again????? I can’t remember….But I still don’t plan on sleeping with her anytime soon until I am sure I she won’t have unrealistic expectations.

After the song, I go back to the other side of the bar. Brunette is still no where to be found but I end up making out with Hooters for a while and setting up a date with her. I then tell her I am leaving Xbar soon and we say goodbye.

I go back to Work Girl and we hang until the bar closes. El Topo is still winging Work Girl’s friend. He tells me he will continue to distract the friend so that I can make progress with Work Girl. I reassure him that I don’t need any help because Work Girl is throwing herself at me but he is having fun. We all decide to head to my house and keep the party going.

At my house, lots of drinks and shots ensue. El Topo and the friend decide they should let Work Girl and I have some alone time so he takes friend to the pool. Seriously, why is everyone trying so hard to get me laid??? I put on some TV and start talking and trying to get to know Work Girl better when she pounces on me. I keep pulling away so that it doesn’t get too hot and heavy but she is persistent. We end up making out on the couch for a while before El Topo and friend come back.

More drinks and shots go around and then the tickling and wrestling starts. I get some hilarious black mail photos of El Topo wrapped in human pretzels with both of the girls. We were all having a great time!

Finally, all parties have to come to an end. The sun was about to come up and I had to catch a flight out at noon for another party so I told everyone I was going to bed. Work Girl crawls into my bed when I go into the bathroom to brush my teeth. When I come out, Work Girl is completely naked under the sheets and crawls on top of me.

Now, I am all for hot, naked women groping me in my bed. But she is drunk, I have to work with her and I am still not sure she has realistic expectations of what a relationship with me would entail.

We make out for a bit and then I tell her to roll over and get some sleep. She misunderstands “roll over” and gets on all fours – all ready for me. I tell her, “no sweetie, roll over and go to sleep”

Sometimes doing the right thing is very, very hard to do.

What not to do....

My wing and I went to big, sponsored happy hour. We had invited several of our friends to come along but it was in a remote location so we didn’t think many would attend.

The happy hour was about what we expected – an average turnout with the only hot girls being the people we invited. Still, we have fun wherever we go so we turned it into a good time.

One of the girls I had invited had brought two of her friends. Both were really cute – cuter than my friend actually. I was busy flirting with them while also mingling with everyone else.

As it turns out, most of the guys at the happy hour were tools. After the happy hour, the 3 girls invited me out to dinner with them. They were telling me some of the ways the other guys were hitting on them.

Some things not to do:

- One guy walked up to the hottest girl of the group and said “you have nice toe cleavage”. He instantly went into the “creepy guy” list which later sparked a long conversation at dinner about toe fetishes.

- One guy confidently introduced himself and the girl was initially interested in him. Then he proceeded to talk politics with her for the next 20 minutes until she was bored to tears. She eventually told him she had to get back to her boyfriend and came over and gave me a hug to lose him.

- Three different guys bragged about the companies they owned or gave other obvious indicators of how much money they had. It was obvious that all 3 of these girls were professionals and didn’t need sugga daddies. One girl commented, “if he had all of this money, why couldn’t he afford to get his shoes shined?”

- One girl was texting on her phone when a guy walking by complimented her on it and then asked to see it. She handed him her phone and he ran around the corner with it. He then returned it and said that he had tricked her and walked off. As it turns out, he had called his own phone from hers and then programmed his name in her phone. She changed his name to “small penis loser” so she knew who it was if he called. She said she wouldn’t talk to any guy not man enough to directly ask for her number.

- One of the girls has “huge tracks of land” to quote Monty Python and was wearing a shirt that showed them off. Unfortunately for the guys, several guys got caught in the boobie trap and stared at her breasts instead of her eyes. I asked her why she would show them off if she doesn’t want guys to look. She said that she knows guys will look but when they carry a conversation with her, if they are not holding eye contact, they are eliminated.

- I was being social and introduced one of the girls to one of the guys I sort of knew at the happy hour and then proceeded to be horrified. Not knowing if I was “with” this girl or not, the guy immediately launched into “Hey, you look sassy. I love sassy girls. Do you have a boyfriend? Because I don’t have a girlfriend. You can be my next girlfriend. Would you like that? What is your number?” This all happened in about 30 seconds. She stood there stunned for a bit and then said politely, “I am sorry, I have a boyfriend.” He said “oh” and walked off without saying goodbye or anything.

In contrast, I was flirting with all three of them too and not only did they invite me out to dinner with them, all three individually came onto me. Admittedly, I had one key advantage over the other guys because I wasn’t some “random” guy. But that only ensured I wouldn’t be immediately eliminated, not that I would actually have any success with them

The key thing I did differently was that I was a brat. A playful, confident, brat.

- I stole their drinks out of their hands and chugged them.

- I grabbed one girl’s purse when she left it on the bar and with exaggerated expressions, started looking through it which earned me a punch on the shoulder
- One of the girls was talking about a rash she got from a bracelet she had just bought. I teased her relentlessly about the rash.
- “Rashes are such turn ons” said very sarcastically
- Would ask the other girls if they had rashes too any time they commented about
anything to do with themselves.
- “Yeah, I always let everyone know about my skin diseases in social settings. Can I get
another appetizer?”
- Would wipe my hand or arm on her shirt with a disgusted look on her face every time
she bumped into me
- Would introduce her as “Hey this is CUTIE, she has a rash”

- Would bump into, lightly push and hip check the girls

- Rested my arm on their shoulders with a “Whew, what a long day” and a shit eating grin

- Any time they made a smart ass comment, would tell them we were broken up and either demand my CDs back or tell them that I was keeping the cat.

- Challenge them to go outside for a fight behind the dumpster

- Made funny faces at them when they were getting hit on by guys

After an hour and change, they decided they were leaving. I was deep in conversation with another guest I had invited when two of the girls came up, grabbed each arm and dragged me away saying I was coming with them to dinner. I broke free, made the rounds saying goodbye to everyone and joined them.

At dinner, we sat at a four top table so I had two girls across from me and one to my right. I kept up the flirting with all three of them. The one I was sitting next to kept rubbing touching my leg under the table with her hand as she talked to me and during one conversation about sex, she turned and softly told me in my ear that she LOVES to give blow jobs.

The one across from me would kick me under the table from time to time when I wasn’t giving her enough attention and after dinner, told me we should hang out again and gave me her phone number. This is in spite of the fact that I know she has a boyfriend (which she never mentioned the entire time).

They all invited me to continue partying with them later that night but I declined as I had a date (although I didn’t tell them that). And they invited me out with them Saturday night which I declined because I was going out of town. And they invited me to a 4th of July party at one of their houses.

Happy hour was a success!

We have a winner!

Here are three other versions of the story:

Fidelio - http://firesidewithfidelio.blogspot.com/2007/06/why-sinn-likes-cabs-my-perspective.html

Capt Jack - http://captainjackpua.blogspot.com/

Sinn - http://sinnsofattraction.blogspot.com/2007/06/20-drinks-last-night-death-this-morning.html

Wednesday night I went to a church class. This is my second time going as I really enjoyed the first class. Last week, I went with my previous one-it-is and we sat at a table full of 7 HOT, have it together women. There were two I was especially flirting with and I was looking forward to another great class and seeing these two again.

Class was good but not quite as good as the previous week. It wasn't as well attended and the message was a lot about submission and sex before marriage. I have a lot of thoughts about religion, sex before marriage and women's roles in society that I will post about when I get a chance. Although I feel I have a strong relationship with the Almighty, my beliefs differ somewhat from what the majority of mainstream churches preach. But I digress...

While class was going on, the two women I was looking forward to seeing again walked in late and sat in the back corner. I made a mental note to go talk to them during break.

During the break, I was busy chatting with my table and looking for an opportunity to excuse myself and go mingle. Out of the corner of my eye, I see both of the hotties I wanted to talk to coming my way. One stayed in the background while the hotter of the two opened me and we started talking. She said she actually wants to interview me for something I am involved in. I give her a card and we talk about getting together. The night is off to a GREAT start!

I leave them and wander around introducing myself to several other tables. I like to take every opportunity I can to meet have-it-together, like minded people. It is always good to grow your network. And several of the girls were cuties too.....

Later I go to eat sushi with Fidelio. The sushi place has an active bar which is packed but Fidelio and I were more into catching up than mingling at the bar. Fidelio does get opened by a cutie while we are ordering our drinks before sitting down.

We leave the sushi bar and dance around to a couple of other normally happening places but they are all dead for some reason. All the while, Capt Jack and Sinn are texting Fidelio to come to Xbar where they are at.

We decide to bounce and roll out in my mini-van.

We walk into the joint and I wasn't there five minutes before I get number closed by this bitch with skunk striped hair. I KNOW I will be pounding that ass at some future date.....

Fidelio and I get a round of drinks with Capt Jack and Sinn. Sinn announces that he is in a virtual drinking competition with Savoy who has quit responding to texts after 11 drinks. I think Sinn is at either 14 or 15 at this point.

We announce a winner to much applause and hoopla but Sinn wants to keep going. My body turns alcohol into riboflavin and my liver likes an octane stronger than the gasoline my car drinks so I suggest Tuaca shots. Duh duh duhhhhhhhh. I think most of my crazy stories could start off with "so I was doing shots of Tuaca and...."

A few more drinks and Sinn is really wound up. He throws down a challenge to Fidelio to open a set and makes it interesting with a $20 bill. Fidelio is alpha so he ponders if he wants to lower his value by playing Sinn's silly game.

Me, being the fool for money that I am, try to take Sinn's offer. But in Sinn's drunken state, he misunderstands and thinks that I am throwing in a $20 too. I like to watch my friends embarrass themselves so I add a $20 to the mix.

While Fidelio is picking out his potential targets, I point out some hogs (no other polite way to describe them) that are standing behind Sinn and joke that he should go open them. Always the type to play along, Sinn jumps into the mix by grabbing two of the girls asses and saying "I would like to fuck you up the ass". They ate it up like it was chocolate cake.

While Sinn is enjoying his fleshy harem, I open a seated, skinny two set by walking into the middle of them and saying "Get out of my way, I am trying to order shots." The girl to my right said she would move if I ordered her one too. I told her I would get her one if she gave me a kiss. She did so I did. I am sure she fully expected me to buy shots for her and her friend but I just bought one for her although I thought her friend on the left was more attractive.

They get kind of pissed at this manuever of mine which is what I wanted. Always spike emotion in a set if you get a chance.... Plus I wanted to let them know I wasn't trying to buy their attention.

I start talking to them and discover they have had a lot to drink. I make a joke to the one on the left that I didn't know she was bilingual when I first approached. She said that she wasn't. I said, sure you are...."English and whatever you are slurring right now". This earned me the patented "look of death" and a punch on the shoulder. Both of the girls then started bragging about how many DUI's they have had between the two of them. Do I know how to pick 'em or what?!?!

I was thirsty by this time and told them they should buy me a beer since I bought the shot. They gave me a hard time so I told them that if they buy me a beer, I will buy their next round. They agree and order me a beer. As they were ordering, I told them to get one for my buddy too and wave Fidelio over.

We just get into conversation with them when Fidelio says that Sinn just got thrown out. I look over to see cops escorting him out of the joint. I didn't see any major comotion so I go outside to make sure Sinn is OK and to find out what happened. As Fidelio gets the keys from Capt Jack, I chat up the manager who tells me that the girls were upset with Sinn for saying that he wanted to "fuck their asses". The manager was apologetic and said that normally he wouldn't have done anything but these girls were regulars. We get Sinn in a taxi and head back into the bar.

Fidelio and I conjecture that the hogs must have been offended when Sinn yanked his money off the table because Fidelio kept calling him a "hippy fag" instead of opening. The fatties must have thought Sinn approached them on a bet and ratted on him because when he first approached, they were all into him.

The girls Fidelio and I were talking to were trying to make us jealous by flirting with some losers. We knock the guys out of set a couple of times but neither of the chicas was worth much of our energy so we leave them to fend off the pawing advances of guys who have as much going for them as Scott Peterson.

We go find Capt Jack who is making out with some hottie while her boyfriend paces back and forth 10 feet away. How he pulled this off I will never know.

The bar closes and we hop in my hooptie and head to the Pirate Pad (tm) to drop Capt Jack off. After 10 minutes of pounding on the door until our knuckles are raw, Sinn stumbles to the door and lets us in. He then staggers his way back to the infamous Pirate Pad (tm) couch and passes out.

The three of us are enjoying rehashing the night's activities when Sinn sits up and hurls partially digested appetizers all over the floor, the coffee table, the couch and himself ala Exorcist.

Instead of being good buddies and helping him out or getting a trash can or something, we proceed to make fun of him and take pictures. Because that is what friends are for.

The stench of stomach bile is permeating the air so Fidelio and I head out leaving Capt Jack to babysit.

The next morning, I email the boys "We have a winner! Savoy will be so put out that he lost the virtual drinking competition." along with the pictures of Sinn laying in his own vomit.

Sinn responds back "Yeah. It was still worth it."

I then text Capt Jack "R.I.P. Pirate Pad couch" because there was no way a sane individual would ever sit on that thing again. With all of the naked ass, spilt seed and puke that have been on that couch, it carries more DNA than a CSI crime lab.

Capt Jack texts back ""Dude, a little febreze and it's good as new."

How to Change Limiting Beliefs

Once again, another GREAT post from Geoffrey James at bnet.com. Not only is this applicable to sales, it is applicable to dating too as he concludes at the end.

I am becoming a big fan!

http://blogs.bnet.com/salesmachine/?p=71

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The beliefs that drive your sales behaviors are the keys to becoming a successful sales pro. Change the beliefs, and you’ll change the behaviors and get better results. Now, that’s easy to say, but most sales pros have no idea how to change a belief. Instead, most people wrongly think that beliefs are “true” and therefore changing them means believing a lie. But nothing could be further from the truth.

Facts are stone; they’re immutable. Beliefs are not. Example: the state of the economy is a fact. How you feel about that fact and what it means to you personally is a belief. One person might believe that a “bad” economy means it’s going to be harder to make a sale. Another person might believe that a “bad” economy means you can now win lots more business with a “buy now before things get worse” sales pitch. How can two people interpret the exact same fact so differently?

The answer lies in how beliefs are formed and reinforced. A belief forms when two facts - your temperament and an accident - come together. When any random event takes place (that’s the accident), your mind, based upon your temperament, creates a rule to explain what that event means to you. A pessimist and an optimist thus see the same events (accidents) and, based upon their temperaments, interpret the meaning of those events very differently.

For example, you may have made your first cold calls without any sales training whatsoever (the accident), and therefore concluded that cold calling is a miserable, boring activity. Now imagine the same accident, but instead, due to a basically sunny temperament, you concluded that cold calling is like training to become an athlete. Neither belief is “true” in any objective sense. However, they will create very different selling behaviors.

Beliefs start out tentatively; they’re more like guesses. However, these tentative beliefs act as a lens through which additional events are viewed. (This is similar to the phenomenon that when you buy a red Honda, you start seeing red Hondas everywhere.) The belief filters out evidence (facts) that doesn’t reinforce the belief and emphasizes evidence (facts) that does reinforce the belief. This filtering process causes the belief to get stronger until, in your mind, the belief appears to be entirely “true.”

For example, if you have the tentative belief that cold calling is boring, you’ll tend to notice when calls go badly and ignore calls that go well. Over time, you’ll become absolutely convinced that you’re no good at cold calling, which is now the bane of your sales existence. Similarly, if you have the tentative belief that cold calling is like athletic training, you’ll tend to notice when you do better and try to reproduce that behavior. Over time, calls that go badly will just be seen as an excuse to hone a particular skill.

The big question is: why do people hold onto beliefs that make them completely miserable? Turns out that holding any “important” belief - whatever it is - has an emotional payoff. In the example above, the sales pro who sees a “bad” economy as an excuse to fail need not blame himself for failure - a big emotional payoff. Similarly, the sales pro who sees a “bad” economy as an opportunity to switch gears need not suffer beneath a load of worry - a big emotional payoff.

Emotions, then, are the “glue” that keep a belief intact and constantly reinforcing itself. Emotions are therefore the key to changing from an ineffective belief (one that creates sales failure) into an effective belief (one that creates sales success.) Change the emotions that you associate with a belief and the belief will change. Here’s how it’s done:

1. Write down the old belief and the new belief side by side.
2. Under the old belief, write down all the behaviors and results that the belief creates.
3. For each result, write down how those results makes you feel.
4. Under the new belief, write down all the behaviors results that you think the belief would create.
5. For each result, write down how those results make you feel.

Now, read over the “old” column and force yourself to really feel all the emotions that the old belief generates. Get into it. Get miserable. Think of failure, job loss, boredom, etc. and how you’ll feel when that stuff happens. Then read over the “new” column and imagine yourself feeling the emotions that the new belief will probably create. Get into it. Think of the president’s club, the new car, a sales award, etc. and how you’ll feel when you achieve those goals.

Read (and feel) the two lists every morning for a week and your new belief will be firmly installed in your mind. As with your old belief, the new belief will start filtering out facts that don’t correspond to the new belief and emphasizing those that do. Over time (say a month or so) the new belief will seem so “true” that you’ll wonder how could have ever believed that load of baloney that you used to think was completely true.

Here’s an example, tied back to the previous post:

OLD: “After about the fifth bad cold call, I’m ready to call it a day.”

- I hate cold calling and dread doing it every day.
- I’m ineffective and tongue-tied.
- I don’t make the sales that other people are making.
- I feel stupid and dull and wonder whether I should be in sales.
- I’m certainly losing commissions and might even lose my job.

NEW: “Every cold call is a new opportunity; the past is the past.”
- I can laugh off the occasional crabapple.
- I’ll feel renewed and relaxed as I call.
- I’ll be more effective and sell more.
- Even if I don’t make any sales, I’ll feel good about my performance.
- I could even end up in the President’s club. Miami, here I come!

This method really works, and not just for sales beliefs, as I can testify from personal experience. I left a corporate job and built my own highly-lucrative practice because I changed my core beliefs about job security. (I used to believe that working for somebody else meant job security; I now believe that working for yourself is the only real job security.) Similarly, I went from a guy who was so painfully shy around women that I tended to hook up with losers to a guy who dated several very intelligent, desirable women — and finally married the best of the bunch. (I used to believe that I was a loser if a woman didn’t want to date me; I now believe - or did before I married - that I was only a loser if I didn’t get up the courage to ask for a date.)

Before moving off this topic, I wanted to explain that it’s important that you compose your own “new” beliefs (rather than just borrow mine or somebody else’s) because those beliefs must reflect your individual temperament. If you’re naturally an extrovert, for example, you’re only going to be able to fully incorporate beliefs that reflect that way of thinking about people. Similarly, if you’re temperamentally religious, your improved beliefs about sales will need to incorporate and integrate your religion. The more personal you make your new beliefs, the easier it will be to install and reinforce them.

By Geoffrey James

Funny kid story

I have a two year old nephew who is cute as hell and full of more personality than he knows what to do with.

My mom and dad (his grandparents) are babysitting him while my brother and sister-in-law are out of town.

I talked to my parents on the phone the other day and they were laughing so hard they were almost crying about some stuff my nephew did.

First, they were eating dinner and Nephew was sitting in a wooden high chair. Nephew lets out this loud fart amplified by the wooden seat. Mom and Dad start cracking up when Nephew looks as Dad sideways and says "Papi!" blaming Dad for the fart. Hilarious!

Then, they gave Nephew some croutons to eat along with his meal. He was trying to stab them with his safety fork and the croutons kept sliding out from under his fork across the plate. Every time the crouton would slide, he would exclame "Fuck!".

My parents were trying hard not to laugh because they said it was just too cute. They called my brother to tell him about it and he said they took Nephew out to the golf course and he picked it up there. They at first tried to admonish him that "Fuck" wasn't a good word to use but by giving attention to it, Nephew started using it more.

They just decided to just let it run its course. He always uses new words he learns over and over until he tires of them and picks up a new word. They are hoping this happens this time too.

After dinner, Nephew was carring a bunch of toys in his arms and every time he dropped one, he would yell out "Fuck" again.

The little shit.....

Safety first

I am in my mid 30's and recently decided to go for the full physcial. As lady luck would have it, everything checked out great. I am in perfect health for my age. I don't know how that happened because trust me, it isn't for lack of trying....

I also had my Dr. test me for every STD that there are tests for. Again, clean....(knock on wood). This was a big concern for me as it had been a couple of years since I had been tested and lets face it, diseases are a percentage game. The more sex you have, the better the chance you are going to catch something.

To reduce the odds, always be safe.

This was originally posted on Aug 18

This is something everyone out dating should be aware of. I don't have a medical background but I did date an OB/GYN for a while and she educated me about most of this stuff. If you are in doubt, look it up on the internet - all of this information is out there.

The gift that keeps on giving:
Herpes is a scary virus. There are two main types and a lot of people have the misconception that type 1 causes cold sores and type 2 affects the pee pee. This is wrong - either type can affect either area. However, type 1 is more commonly found in cold sores and type 2 is more commonly found on the genitals.

Herpes is spread from skin to skin contact so be careful when going for that kiss. Also, never let that chica go down on your johnson if she has sores on her lips as it can spread from one to the other. It can even be spread even if there are no outbreaks as the virus has to activate to create the lesion so they may not have the sore yet but are contagious.

Herpes can even be passed from sharing towels, shaving razors, utensils or sharing clothes when one person has an outbreak although this isn't common.

Most of the people who have herpes don't ever get a break out and don't even know they have it. It is related to the same virus that causes chicken pox and shingles. All of these viruses lay dormant in your nerve cells until they are activated by sunlight, stress, sickness, etc.

What is really fucked up is that herpes can get in your eyes and is actually one of the leading causes of blindness in the US.

If you're happy and you know it, clap your hands:

Based on my old OB/GYN chick, this is the second most common STD in the DFW area. It is very common in young people (high school and college) and African Americans. It is a bacteria so it can be treated with antibiotics and likes to hide in warm, moist areas like the cervix and the urethra (piss tube) which causes burning when you pee.

Symptoms can take up to 30 days to appear although commonly do within a couple of days. Some people never get symptoms at all. Good news, although it is common and easily spread, it is treatable.

ABCDHPV:

HPV (human papilloma virus) the most common STD in DFW and the most common in the US. It is especially popular among college kids and it is estimated that up to 40% of college kids have it.

HPV is actually the common name for a collection of viruses and fortunately, most don't have any symptoms or cause any harm to people and sometimes a person's body will fight off the virus and it goes away.

One of the HPV strains is the cause of genital warts. Genital warts of course look gross but don't normally cause any serious health issues.

More of an issue are a handful of strains that are the leading cause of cervical cancer and can also cause cancer of the anus or penis although those types of cancers are more rare. In fact, the reason women get their annual checkup and pap smear is to check for HPV that can cause cervical cancer as 99% of cervical cancers are caused by HPV.

Although these strains are dangerous, they cause no symptoms that are visible with the naked eye and men rarely show any symptoms. There is no real test for it other than examining cervical skin cells under a microscope to see if there is cell damage and doing a biopsy on any affected cells to determine the virus strain. For men, there are no tests.

There is no cure although they just introduced a vaccine that works on some of the most common cancer causing strains. If a woman does get HPV and it affects her cervix cells, she needs to get these cells frozen or lasered off and then has to go in for regular checks to see if any other cells have mutated.

For men, it is usually no big deal if you have it and you probably won't even know that you do. However, it can affect the women you are with.

The main problem with this STD is that it is easily spread and although condoms help prevent it, they aren't as effective as they are with preventing other STDs because all it takes is a little skin contact and the virus can spread. So, if your condom slides down a little bit and the base of your pee pee touches her cootchie coo, you can become infected or infect her.

HPV can cause problems immediately or take years to affect the woman's cervix so she may not even know she has it until years later. Chances are that if you are sexually active with more than one partner, you probably have at least one of the common strains of HPV.

Fun stuff huh?

Banging that ASS:
Anal sex can be great fun and more women are into it or are willing to try it than you might think (based on my experience). The #1 rule is to never put anything in the ass and then into the vagina (dick, fingers, toys, etc.) if you care at all about the girl you are with.

Fecal matter contains hella germs that can get her very sick. A urinary tract infection (UTI) is just the least of it. In fact, women are not even supposed to wear thong panties to bed as they may shift when she is sleeping and spread germs.

Bottom line is kitty then ass = lots of fun. Ass than kitty = sick chick.

Also, condoms are more important during anal than regular sex. The ass does not lubricate itself and is not as forgiving when you are banging away at it. This easily leads to tearing which allows viruses and venereal diseases to spread easier. Moral of the story is wrap that rascal when driving the hershey highway.

Finally, when being an anal adventurer, be sure to wash up very well after. This includes hands, genitals, etc. Fecal/Oral contamination is a big cause of food poisoning. Anyone who has had food poisoning and lived to tell about knows you don't want it again.

Symptoms of food poisoning normally take 2 - 3 days to take affect and can take up to 30 days. (Side note, if you get food poisoning from food, look back a day or two for the culprit instead of what you ate that day)

There are lots of other nasty things lurking out there as you all know but these are probably the most common things you will have to avoid when out sarging. Make sure you get a good look at her lips before a kiss close or a BJ and wrap it up when going full monty. And be selective with your partners.

OK, enough serious shit. This ends my public service announcement. I promise all future posts will be much more fun. And now back to our regular programming.....

Raise Your Rejection Threshold

Here is a great post from Bnet.com written by Geoffrey James. It is about sales rejection but can be applied to other aspects in life too - especially dating.

http://blogs.bnet.com/salesmachine/?p=70&tag=nl.e808

For your convenience, the text is below:

Hallucinations or not, rejections can still sting. And that’s a good thing, because that pain represents a fabulous opportunity to improve your sales skills. Your challenge is to discover your personal threshold of pain and then take action to remove the sting. Here’s how. According to Art Mortell, author of the The Courage to Fail, there are three reasons that rejection stings:

1. When it happens too frequently. Most sales reps, for example, can shrug off a bad cold call because, after all, that’s only one person’s opinion. But after twenty, thirty, forty calls, each failure starts feeling like a weight on your shoulders.

2. When you care about the rejecter. If you’ve got a relationship with somebody, it hurts more if they reject you than if a stranger does the same. As your level of emotional involvement increases, the pain of being rejected increases.

3. When you consider the rejecter to be important. If you feel that somebody is “better” than you or of superior intelligence, talent, etc., you value his or her opinion. So if that person rejects you, you’ll take it more to heart than if somebody you don’t respect does the same.

Each of these reasons corresponds exactly to a specific stage in the development of a long-term customer relationship:

1. Building the account base. This is when you’re cold calling and prospecting. This is when you’re mostly likely to run into a series of depressing rejections.

2. Developing the account. This is when you’re nurturing a beginning relationship to developing ongoing business and additional opportunities. Because you’ve invested emotional energy, this when you’re most likely to personally care about the rejecter.

3. Securing the account. This is when you’re working with top decision makers on mutual strategy. Because you’re now in the executive suite, you’re most likely to feel that the rejecter is important.

With this in mind, you can now build a specific “road-map” of your threshold of pain when it comes to rejection.

STEP ONE: MAP YOUR THRESHOLD
Write down the answer the following three questions:

1. How many times can I contact a qualified prospect and get a negative response before I begin to take it personally?

2. How emotionally involved can I become with somebody before I feel that the other person knows me so well that criticism hurts?

3. How famous or “important” must a person be before I begin to feel that a rejection from that person would be impossible to shrug off?

Take the time to honestly write down your answers to these questions. This is important, because those answers identify the specific limitations that are keeping you from being more successful in sales.

Do it now.

STEP TWO: CREATE NEW THRESHOLD BELIEFS
Now that you’re aware of your thresholds, create a new set of “theoretical” beliefs that, if you truly believed them, would create a much higher threshold. For example, suppose your original threshold beliefs were:

1. “After about the fifth bad cold call, I’m ready to call it a day.”

2. “If I’m close enough to ask a customer for a favor, rejection would hurt.”

3. “C-level job holders are important, so their opinion of me matters.”

As you can imagine, any sales pro with these thresholds will have big problems. Unless he’s extraordinarily lucky or marketing has handed him incredibly well-qualified leads (ha!), he’s going to hate cold calling. When he’s fortunate enough to get into a customer account, he’ll be reluctant to close, because he won’t want to put the relationship at risk. And if by some fantastic chance he gets access to the CEO (unlikely given the prior two thresholds), he’ll be timid and tongue-tied.

By contrast, imagine a sales pro who really believes:

1. “Every cold call is a new opportunity; the past is the past.”

2. “A relationship that’s not worth risking isn’t worth having.”

3. “Coping with cranky executives means I’m playing in the big leagues.”

It’s pretty obvious that a sales rep who truly believed those three things wouldn’t hate cold-calling as much, would be more likely to close and be able to laugh off criticism from the occasional big wig. However, I just made those samples out of my own head. If you’re going to change your threshold beliefs, you’ll need to write them using words that make sense to you.

NEXT STEPS
When you’re done, you’ll have two sets of threshold beliefs: old and new. The old beliefs limit you; the new beliefs will make you more effective in every stage of the sales cycle. All you need do now is to eradicate the old beliefs from your emotional mind and install the new beliefs.

I’ll explain how to do that in my next post.

By Geoffrey James

I was a bad, bad boy

This post was originally posted on the boards on Sept 3rd

I drive back from Austin last night after working my ass off for the last two weeks. I am sore and tired and decide that I need a couple of beers and some time in my hot tub to relax.

As I walk into the pool area around 11pm, there is a group of 5 guys and two girls at a table about 10 feet from the hot tub. The guys are playing poker and the women are watching them. They have a TV set up and a cooler full of beer and it is obvious that they are pretty drunk.

There is this large, AMOG (alpha male of the group) at the table and as he sees me, he says "whoa, it looks like a vampire joined us ladies and gentlemen" (I am very, very pale). They all look and chuckle. I am too tired to deal with this shit so I think about leaving but decide I am not going to be run out of the hot tub at my own apartment complex.

I ignore his comment and then he says "hey, someone get me my sunglasses." Again, they all laugh and I ignore his comment. He then says, "hey, nice shirt dude" really sarcastically. (I am wearing a t-shirt that I got off of tshirthell.com that says 'I am the one you have to blow to get a drink around here').

I decide that this is it and say back "Hey, you need a drink?" to play off the slogan on my shirt. The girls bust up laughing and the AMOG looks all pissed off at me.

I get into the tub and start enjoying my beer. The hot tub sucks because it has a timer button that you have to push every 5 minutes to start the tub and you have to get out of the tub to reach it. As I keep getting out, he keeps making comments I can't hear and the table giggles.

Finally, he says loudly that he needs some new money at the table and yells at me to join them at poker. I am just trying to chill and decline. He makes a comment about how I am chicken and must be too broke to lose any money to him. I feel like I am back in high school....the insults keep coming and the group keeps chuckling.

Finally, I yell back at them - "hey, I am just trying to chill here. If I wanted to be treated like shit, I would ask to be your girlfriend." He yells back at me that he is just trying to keep me company since I seem lonely sitting there by myself. I tell him that if he is really concerned, he should invite his women to come join me.

He shuts up but one of the girls gets up to get into the tub with me. She has a 9 face but is wearing bagging sweatpants and a large tshirt so I can't tell about her body. She strips down and is wearing a bikini underneath. She has huge tits but also large hips - about a 7 or 8 overall.

She climbs into the tub and I offer her a beer. We make small talk and she apologizes to me for the guy's behavior. She says this guy is her boyfriend but that he gets beligerent when he drinks. She says they have been having problems in their relationship for a while now because of it.

I keep getting out of the tub to hit the button and eventually tell her it is her turn. She tells me that "that isn't very gentlemenly of you." I tell her I just want her to get out so I can check her out in her bikini - the cocky and funny comments start. I offer Rock-Paper-Scissors for who has to get out and this goes on a few times. I keep up the teasing and she starts giving me signs of interest.

Loud mouth must need some attention because he starts yelling over at us again. He says things like "how do you like looking at my bitch in a bikini?" and "you want my bitch - she is better than anything you could get."

The girl yells back at him to knock it off and then he says "hey, you want my bitch, she is all yours." About this time, the water stops again. I get out and hit the button and when I get back into the water, she puts her hand on my leg. I look over at her and she smiles at me. I put my hand on her leg and then she slides her hand into my trunks. I slide her bikini bottom to the side and move my hands down. She is giving me a hand job and I am rubbing her when the water stops again.

I tell her that she has to go this time because Lil Twitch and I am in no condition to get out. She hits the button and comes back and we pick up where we left off. Normally, I would never mess around with somebody's girlfriend but this guy has it coming and she started it so I don't feel too bad about it. We keep going for a while and she keeps hitting the button for us.

Eventually, the guys gets suspicious - probably because we quit talking - and starts walking over to the tub. Unfortunately for me but fortunately for anyone getting into hot tub after me, I didn't get to finish. The group decides it is time to leave and the girl gets out of the tub and they start packing up. I decide to leave too.

As I am walking by the guy, I tell him thanks for his girl's company. I never even knew her name.....

Thank you roomy!!!

Last night, Saturday, I was at a birthday party for a good buddy of mine. I brought a good friend of a one-it-is I used to have as a date to the party. How about them apples? For the last few weeks, I have been using my HOT, ex runway model, one-it-is as a wing woman and have scored several great dates because of it.

But I digress.

During the whole party, my date and I are rubbing on each other, leaning on each other and talking as if we are boyfriend/girlfriend.

The party winds down around midnight and I ask if my date if she wants to do anything else. She mentions that she just wants to take it easy so we go back to my place. She comes in and we hang out for a bit. She is making every excuse to stay - from asking about every single decoration, to looking through every single magazine laying around, to starting conversations about every mundane thing. She then starts giving me "puppy dog eyes" like she wants me to make a move.

All night I had planned on getting aggressive with her and when the time comes, some weird intuition tells me not to. I don't know what it is but I decide to listen to my inner self. It could be because I am not as into her as some other girls I am working through my previouis one-it-is. Or it could be the five times she went back to the buffet line that freaked me out a bit. Or maybe I didn't want to add another girl to the mix that I wasn't 100% sure about. Anyway, I stalled.

After a bit, she gets the hint and tells me she needs get home to get some sleep. She then hangs out for a bit waiting for me to make the next move.

I follow her lead and stand up, pull her up and walk her to the door. I then walk her out to her car and give her a big, warm hug and come back inside. Normally, I would be beating myself up for not escalating but for some reason, I feel I made a good decision.

As I am walking back inside around 12:45, I get a text from Fidelio. He is out with Sinn at a local sports bar. I text him I am on my way and jump in my car and head out to join them.

I arrive and there is no Fidelio or Sinn. I text Fedilio to find out where the fuck he is and he texts back that he got a last minute booty call and is heading out to get some action. He is so Alpha!

I grab a beer and decide to check out the talent by myself. As I take my first sip, I get a text from my roommate. She tells me that one of her friends, a HOT Hooter's waitress, is drunk, can't drive and will be taking a taxi back to our apartment to crash because that is where her car is at. Roommate will be staying at her boyfriend's so she wants me to take care of her drunk friend.

I love my roommate!!!

I quickly down my beer and head home. It is before 2am and I am still sober so I pour myself a glass of whiskey, throw in a movie and wait for Hooters to show up.

Hooters finally shows up at 3:30am. I have already fallen asleep on the couch but jump up as I hear a loud-as-fuck knock on the door.

I answer the door and it is Hooters. She is 23, blond, very well endowed and tall. She is pretty drunk and has obviously been crying - she has mascara all over her face. It turns out, although they have been close friends for years and years, roommate and Hooters had gotten into a big fight earlier in the night which is why roommate sent her back to me.

I welcome her in, get her some shorts and a tshirt, find her some face wash and set everything up in my roommate's room for her to crash. I had met Hooters previously one night but to this point, have probably spent only 15 minutes talking to her. I told my roommate I thought she was hot and that is as far as it has gone. My earlier date for the evening was pretty attractive and a lot of fun but this girl is SMOKING compared to her so my earlier intuition did not leave me astray.

Hooters comes out of roommate's room dressed in the clothes I gave her and joins me on the couch. I get her some water and we get into some comfort conversation for about an hour and she sobers up quite a bit. Caregiver plus comfort seems to be spiking her attraction towards me.
It is about 5am at this point and I am getting sleepy. I tell her I am off to bed and that she should crawl into roomy's bed vs. sleeping on the couch. We have done some light kino like leaning against each other but otherwise, I haven't made a move on her as I don't know her well and she has been drinking.

As I am walking to my room, I turn my head over my shoulder and tell her that I will leave the door open in case she needs anything from me in the middle of the night. She asks me if I am a good cuddler. I tell her of course, walk back and grab her hand and pull her into my bedroom.

At this point, I have about an hour and 15 minutes of total time with her.

We cuddle up and get into more conversation. Make out then ensues and I get stripped down to my underwear. Things are starting to get hot and heavy when I realize a couple of things - First, this girl has had a crazy night and I don't want her to have any regrets in the morning (i.e. rape) and second, my roommate would probably kill me if I slept with her drunk friend and I don't want to stupidly turn off the hot girl spigot with my roommate.

I tell Hooters that we should get some sleep. We crash and then wake up a few hours later for some more makeout and cuddle.

I have a lunch date so I kick her out about 10am so that I can get ready. We myspace message back and forth throughout the day. I joke that she now owes me since I babysat her last night and get her phone number. I tell her that I will be drunk dialing her the next time I am hammered so that she can come take care of me and she says she is all for it.

Roommate comes in later in the day and I catch her up. She asks if Hooters slept in her bed or mine. I say mine and she gives me "the look." I assure roommate that I didn't have sex with Hooters which alleviates any of her concern. She says she doesn't mind me hooking up with her friends as long as they aren't trashed when I do it and I don't break their hearts.

Thank you roommate!!!

HDY - Good stock find?

Hyperdynamics (HDY)

A small company that hasn't yet hit any of the analysts radar to amp up the stock price. A little risky but looks like a good bet. Any comments?

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In West Africa, perhaps the most underexplored oil and gas region remaining in the world today, a tiny Texas exploration and production firm is poised to become a big player.
Hyperdynamics, a Sugar Land, Texas, firm with an $80 million market cap, is preparing a drilling program for a 31,000 square-mile offshore mineral leasehold it controls through an agreement signed last year with the Republic of Guinea.

The area -- the size of South Carolina -- is larger than that of any other company in the region, including integrated giants such as Total, Devon and Petrobras, according to IHS, an energy-information-gathering firm.

A large oil or gas discovery there could quickly propel Hyperdynamics from being a small unknown firm into the oil and gas big leagues. A litany of challenges, including a long history of political unrest in Guinea that has largely kept foreign investors and the big players away, makes the transition a difficult one. Still, the company is optimistic.

"So far we have found some extremely good-looking sections," says Bob Bearnth, a geophysicist who helped originate the Guinea project for Hyperdynamics. "The acreage in offshore Guinea clearly has the potential for world-class oil and gas reserves."

Hilarious!!!

http://www.randomhouse.com/rhpg/catalog/display.pperl?isbn=9780345492944

"Never get in the way of a single woman turning thirty in Texas–you’ll have permanent scars. "

Douche

I live in Dallas. It is one of many cities I have lived in. Although I like a few other cities better, there are a lot of great things about Dallas. It has a low cost of living, great housing, the women are beautiful, it has some fun nightlife, there are many yummy restaurants, traffic isn't too bad for a big city and it is a great city for someone who likes to travel because of the big airport in the middle of the country.

All that being said, there are some negative things. The biggest of which is its meet up central for the $30,000 millionaire. There is even a website dedicate to these morons with some great shirts. http://www.30kdm.com/

The typical $30,000 millionaire is epitomized by the following hilarious video. If you live in Dallas or have ever visited, you know the guys in this video, trust me.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G_GJHl3IWeE

I wrote the following in response to a post on another board on Nov 13th, 2006.

"I have always had the theory that Dallas is a "wanna be" city which is where all of the strangeness comes from. Its a big city in the middle of a desert with nothing else to do but the cosmopolitan crap like eating, shopping and partying.

Have you ever tried to take an out of town guest to do some tourist things? Except visiting where the death of a former president occured or the set of an 80's show (Dallas), there is nothing to do but take them to the mall or to some restaurants. There are no distractions for someone's time.

In LA, you have the beaches, Hollywood, mountains, a day trip to Vegas and countless other things. Denver has skiing and hiking. San Fran has the bay and a diverse culture. Seattle has lots of outdoorsey things, the pier and museums. New York has culture, broadway, financial center and is a tourist mecca. Miami has beaches, fashion, models.

In Dallas, you have none of that. There are no beaches, no tourist things to do, no mountains, no major colleges - nothing. The only thing to entertain ourselves is going out to an overcrowded lake (Lewisville) or an overcrowded park (White Rock).

It is not a "cool" city. And, what do you have when someone wants to be cool but isn't? You pose.....

$30,000 millionaires are rampant in this city and the posing that goes along with it. You would have a bitch shield too like many of the hot girls do if you kept getting lied to about how much someone makes, what they do for a living, etc.

Anyway, I am not hating but simply making an observation. I like Dallas for its beautiful people, its low cost of living and with my previous traveling job, its convenient airport to the rest of the country. It just has some weird cultural/social dynamics compared to many cities."

"Just the tip"

and other ways to tease a girl.

I like to tease. In fact, I personally think teasing is one of the most important things for the longevity of a relationship. Teasing is an artform and something everyone should do with the significant other(s) in their lives.

Teasing brings people closer together and turns women who you are interested in into women who want a relationship with you. It is magical in a way.

It is a display of confidence, demonstrates that you are intelligent and witty, and shows that you are playful and fun. When done right, it can also greatly amp sexual attraction. The ability to tease IS a demonstration of higher value. It shows that you are comfortable in her presence and not so taken back by her beauty or value that you won't risk offending her.

For example, I once dated a princess several years ago. Yes, a real princess. Her grandfather had a Mount Rushmore style bust of himself carved into a mountain in the country she was from. She traveled as a diplomat and could buy and sell me if she wanted.

We met at a Halloween party one night and ended up making out in the bathroom. She was an amazing kisser and we had a great physical chemistry. We started dating regularly. However, I refused to escalate. We had dated for almost 2 months and I had never tried to sleep with her although we spent most nights together every weekend and we did everything else.

Now, this was not some shy guy attempt at being nice. I did it from a position of confidence and of selection. I wanted to make sure I was into her enough before I slept with her which would amp her emotions and change the relationship which was going great at the time. Making her wait was also a good tease.

I went down on her, let her go down on me, threw her down and get mad passionate with her.....but every time it got close to sex, I pulled away and said we should wait. Every time, it drove her crazy. The net affect of this was after a couple of months, she started begging for sex with me. Yes, begging. Begging is HOT. After a few nights of begging, she got aggressive and if I had been an unwilling partner, it could be classified as rape what she did to me. I finally gave it to her for one of the most memorable nights I have ever experienced.

The net affect is that our sexual relationship started hot and stayed that way because of the frame that initiated it. We had sex in some wild and crazy places. But alas, eventually I had to break up with her because of how she treated other people - especially those in service positions like housekeepers and waitresses. She was cruel to them and ultimately, I couldn't stay with her.

I have to take a step back now to explain something. I am not like many PUAs who are looking for same night lays or one night stands. I have been with A LOT of women but have NEVER had a one night stand. Seriously, I never have. It is not my goal and not something I am really into although I am not morally opposed. I have taken women home the night that I have met them but never took it all of the way when I did.

I usually go for quality over quantity and although many hot women aren't above one night stands, they are usually too worried about their social pecking order and how they will be perceived to go home with a "random" guy or at least sleep with them if they do go home with them. To get the really hot, have-it-all-together women, you have to have patience. And show value. Teasing is one of the easiest ways of demonstrating this.

Last weekend, I went down to south Texas to see a girl I have been dating for the past couple of months. I have known her for years but we just recently became involved and have been seeing each other about every other weekend. There are a variety of reasons that we should physically take it slow so I have been.

It has finally come the time where we are both comfortable enough with each other to take it to the next level and we both talked about sleeping together when I last went to visit.

Friday night we partied hard way into the night and were both too drunk and tired for us to want it to be our first time.

In the morning, we start to go at it. She has about an hour before she has to leave to work so in the back of my mind, the clock is ticking. She gets warmed up and tells me to get a condom. I hesitate and instead keep up the foreplay. She repeats her request for me to get a condom and tells me she wants me. Most likely, 99.9% of the readers would have got the condom and done the deed. Instead, I get the condom and then play around by rubbing Lil Twitch against her kitty. I do this for about 30 minutes occasionally playing "just the tip" and start to enter before pulling away. This gets difficult because after the first couple of times, she catches on and starts grabbing my ass and thrusting her hips at me every time I play with the tip. Nonetheless, I pull away every time.

She leaves for work all hot and bothered and calls me several times throughout the day telling me how hot she is for me. Trust me, she is thinking about me a lot more than she would have been if we had actually just had sex.

After work, she comes home and we take a nap. We wake up and she wants to have sex and starts begging me again. Instead, I finish her off orally and then we head out to meet up with friends.

That night, more teasing from me. The next morning, yet more teasing. She was begging for me the whole time. I am sure you are thinking I am crazy but this whole week and a half since I last saw her, I have received the most erotic text messages and emails from her of what she is going to do with me when she sees me next. We have also had some hot phone calls. In fact, I just got off the phone with her while she was using a new toy she just bought....Teasing works!!!

I plan on seeing her next weekend. I haven't made up my mind yet if I will actually sleep with her or keep teasing. It will be a judgement call.

In my mind, the advantages of waiting are that it ramps up the attraction so that when sex does occur it starts off with a HOT frame and in my experience, will continue to be sensual much longer into the relationship than if sex started off as just normal, average, run-of-the-mill sleeping together.

Sexual teasing like this probably is not for everyone but it works for me. Showing that I am thinking with the big head and not the little one at any given moment has rewarded me in folds over my life.

Below are some of the other things less sexual that I also like to do to tease someone I am seeing or am interested in. To use these, they must be congruent with your personality or frame. If you are bad boy or a standoffish/too-cool-for-school guy, many of these may not work for you.

Teasting tactics:

- Stare at the top of their head after they say something dorky. When they ask what you are doing, say you are looking for the blonde roots.

- Lightly step on their toes of one foot. Then push them hard enough to make them start to stumble but not completly lose their balance.

- Move your hand back and forth in a slapping motion. Then tell them to "walk into this"

- Tell them to "be a doll and go fetch me...". This one has to be done in a very playful way or it will come across as sexist

- Sit on them - in their lap, when they are laying down, etc.

- Give them mock dutch rubs when they are being a shit (hold her head and lightly rub a knuckle across her hair back and forth)

- Grab their head and pull it into your armpit. This is especially effective if they comment on how you smell or your cologne.

- Pull their hair - Grab a large chunk of hair near the roots and do a steady pull - not a jerk. This will ensure that it doesn't hurt them. Do this in public or at times when it is least expected for the best affect

- Tell them "gosh, can't you ever leave me alone?" when they touch you or sit next to you

- Call them names like "Grumpy Gus" when they are being a shit

- If they are walking behind you or you run into them several times, accuse them of stalking you. This works great at work, the grocery store, etc.

- "I am not just a piece of meat, I have feelings too" if they say they want you or try and kiss you

- Do the "Hanz and Franz" flex look with a silly, straining face when approaching them. This is effective if running into a girl in a hallway.

- Tell them "You should put on some makeup" when they have some on. This has to be done in a playful way so as not to be hurtful.

- Look up at the sky and mouth "Oh lord, why me" while talking to them especially if they just said something stupid

- Put your finger in their open mouth when they yawn

- When you get a picture from them, say "Great, these will scare away the cock roaches"

- When eating and straws are left at the table, grab their unwrapped straw before they do and put it into their drink with the wrapping still on it.

- If you are eating burgers or sandwhiches, press your finger hard into the middle of their bun to leave a big indentation

- While walking next to them, lightly push them into stuff as you walk past

- When you have to sneeze, sneeze into one hand and then say "oh, gross" and take your opposite hand and wipe it on them with a disgusted look on your face

- Ask them "you are gonna wear that?" or "who dressed you?" with a playful grin on your face when they are obviously dressed well

- Tell them they have something in teeth when they don't

- Grab them inappropriately in public

- Gesture to them like they have something on their face so that they have to check

- Find their ticklish spots and tickle them often and when they are least expecting it

- Rest arm on their shoulder like they are an arm rest when standing next to them

- Bite them on shoulder or nape of neck often, especially in public

- Lightly gnaw on their arm, ass or thigh while making chewing noises

- Stick tongue out at them - this simple and playful

- "Motorboat" them - especially if they have lots of cleavage

- Wolf whistle at your girl when they look great or do something sexy

- Put your wet finger in her ear

- Bite her butt through her clothes

- When standing next to them side by side, back-kick your leg farthest from them across your body so that you kick her butt

- Stiff arm them especially if they are much shorter than you

- Misinterpret everything in a sexual way and then accuse them of being a pervert

- Call them names like Nerd or Dork often

- Look out into the distance like something caught your eye. When they turn to see what you are looking at, slap their ass

- Growl at them

- Tell them they talk too much when they have been silent for a while

- Look them up and down and say "you are going to wear that?" or "who picked that out for you" with a shit eating grin on your face

- Tease them about "female drivers"

- Make over-the-top, obviously playful, sexist comments - Make sure they are not congruent with your personality so they don't get misconstrued

- Hump her leg when giving her a hug

- Make sucking kisses that make lots of noise while kissing her neck, cheek or stomach

- Open the door for them like a gentleman and then say "after me" and run through the door before they do

- Get in front of them on an escalator. At the bottom, stand on the platform instead of walking off. The escalator will push them right into you. For best affect, turn and face them and then sneak a kiss when the escalator pushes them into you.

- For the round, spinning type doors. Stop the doors while they are in it to trap them in it

- Rub their back and then slip your hand to the side and stick your finger into their armpit to tickle them

- Roll your eyes at them a lot

- Act like "Rico Suave" and no matter what they say, misinterpret it in a way that makes you out to be God's gift to women - keep a silly frame on this one

- Grab something and approach them with "on guard" as if you are ready for a sword fight

- When a girl leaves your place after spending the night with you, tell them "the money is in usual spot on night stand"

- When a girl asks you to hang out or asks when you will see each other next, tell them "I don't know, I haven't received my monthly payment yet from you"

- Kick your leg like a dog if they rub or scratch your back

- Consistently maintain that you are sweet and innocent no matter how obnoxious your words are or how much they accuse you of being a player or pervert

- In emails or texts, give them fake Latin names like "Dorkus Uareus"

- Pinch their butt often in public

- Grab their hand and put it on your crotch in public

- Play with their underwear strap or snap their bra

- Grab their breast and then say "oops, sorry, it slipped "

- Sniff them

- Offer them a mint and then say "hmmm, you better take two"

- Challenge them to thumb wrestling or rock/paper/scissors to decide anything

- Come up with some goofy, silly laughs and use them during the wrong parts of jokes they tell

- Talk in silly voices or deep, exaggerated voices, especially when answering the phone

- Throw stuff at them

- Spit water at them

- Put a cold can or bottle to their neck when they don't expect it

- Tap the top of their beer bottle with the the bottom of yours so their beer explodes out of the bottle

- When they call you, answer the phone like you called somewhere else "Hello, uh yeah, I would like to order a large, stuffed crust peporoni pizza"

- When they call you, answer as some ridiculous place "John's Happy Whorehouse, this is Whore speaking"

- Nose rape them aka Style

If I was a drink....

I would be a magarita.

Because I am tall, salty and always full of tequila!

The Margarita Ball

OK, this is a story of my weekend of the Margarita Ball several years ago. It is completely true to the best of my memory. There are a couple of fuzzy parts due to near self inflicted alcohol poisoning which I call out in the story but otherwise, enjoy the details of a pretty crazy weekend of mine.

For those who don't know, the Margarita Ball is one of the world's largest black tie affairs. It is a charity that doubles as an excuse to drink followed by a bunch of after hours parties. Overall, it is a lot of fun and full of hot women dressed to impress. I go pretty much every year and even bought my own tux for the Ball because over time, it was cheaper than renting each year.

This particular year, I had a Girlfriend at the time. She was a very cute, very sexy Asian girl. One of the sexiest girls I have ever dated actually. I was madly in love with her although hadn't fully admitted it to myself by then. I was only her second serious relationship although she was 25. That being said, I had done a great job of teaching her about the birds and the bees if I do say so myself. Of all of the women I have been with, she is still in the top 3 in bed for all of her innocence. Damn I miss her! =) Actually, I think she was a nympho who just hadn't fully explored her sexuality until I met her. Lucky me!

My Girlfriend and I weren't doing well at the time. She had broken up with me several times during the previous month for no real reason. I think her strict religious beliefs were kicking in and making her feel guilty for the physical pleasures she felt with me. In the week leading up to the Ball, she had broken up with me again but then claimed she missed me and wanted to try and work it out. This off and on and off again was hurting me and turning me off so when the Margarita Ball came around, I told her I was doing boy's night. I think I felt some deep need to hurt her for constantly hurting me. Looking back this seems very immature but it was where I was emotionally at the time…. I had planned on partying hard and hitting on girls and didn’t want the Girlfriend there.

Since it was going to be boy’s night at a drunk fest, I call up two of my party buddies, Lurker and Vodka. I work with Lurker in Dallas and we travel/party together sometimes although we aren't best friends by any means. Vodka is one of only two people I have met in my life that can out party me. Probably because of that, he and I are very close.

Vodka and Lurker don’t know each other before I invite them to this event but they both love to party so I KNOW we will have a good time. Vodka at the time lived in San Diego but traveled a lot so he flies in to Dallas for the Ball which is held on a Saturday night. He invites Blonde who lives in Dallas to join us. He met her years ago and is still in touch with her on a regular basis.

Blonde is stunning! A tall, (taller than Vodka) thin, well proportioned blonde.....

We get two rooms in the hotel the Ball is held so we don’t have to drive home and start off partying in mine since I brought a bunch of alcohol. We all get a good buzz and head down to the Ball. At this point, Blonde is fair game to anyone and we are all flirting with her although, I would never cock block Vodka if it came down to it. However, he hasn't stepped up yet so I am putting on my full, drunken game for all it is worth.

At the ball we continue to drink. A lot! As I alluded to, the main purpose of the Ball other than charity and drinking free margaritas is to get invites to the after hour’s parties where the real fun is at. I am VIP at the Ball because I have donated to the charity. I work the crowd well somewhat in part to the VIP pin on my tux. I end up getting a few passes to the after hour's parties. The Ball otherwise is uneventful compared to previous years. Normally, I end up drunken macking with a girl or two while dancing. This time, I flirt and dance but don’t see much that looks easy and catches my interest or that bites on my drunken advances. I leave the Ball with my buddies, a strong buzz, a few after hour’s party invites but otherwise, empty handed.

Blonde, Lurker, Vodka and I bounce to couple of after hour’s rooms and end up at a party that Blonde's boss is holding. Overall the party is dead but there is a hot woman there with her spouse and they are fighting. Hottie and I are making eyes at each other and she keeps touching my knee while I am talking to her. Her spouse is hammered and oblivious and I seriously consider throwing what little morals I have away and going for her. However, I come to my senses and don’t escalate as I don’t want to break up any marriages. Plus I am pretty drunk now and starting to find it hard not to slur when I talk. I am at the point where I know words aren’t coming out of my mouth the way I want them to but can’t do much about it.

Vodka and Blonde leave the party. Lurker vanishes somewhere, sometime. I continue to drink but eventually bounce around to a few other parties by myself. Details are a little blurry but as far as I can remember, nothing comes of them other than more liver damage and I end up coming back to my room and waking Vodka and Blonde up who are asleep, fully clothed, on my bed. Lurker comes into the room shortly after.

I wake up Vodka and Blonde and they start drinking with me again. Blonde is pretty hammered and barely knows where she is at but she is a trooper and trying to hang. She is sitting on the bed, her head drooping while Vodka and I talk about who knows what. It is somewhere around 4am, God only knows why we decided we still needed to be up. And what we were talking about….

While Vodka and I are still holding up our lame attempt at partying, Lurker sneaks over to behind Blonde and props her up. She has been trying to sit up and watch Vodka and I as we drink and cut up but she keeps slowing drifting over on her side. Lurker props her up and starts grabbing her ample breasts through her shirt. She tries to bat him away but is too drunk to be effective. He keeps groping her and she keeps trying to bat his arms away. Eventually he has his hands down her pants. She is asking him not to but can barely move to stop him.

Normally, I would have reacted sooner but in my drunken haze, it took my brain a bit to realize something wasn’t right. I call Lurker out. Instead of backing down and getting his paws of Blonde, we start arguing and decide we are going to fight.

Unfortunately for me, Vodka decides to grab his video camera and record the following events. It is hilarious in a very sad, pathetic, embarrassing way!

I had been traveling the previous weeks and because of the dry air in the planes and hotels, I had been suffering regular bloody noses. I calmly put a pause to our fight while I take off my tuxedo jacket and shirt so I don’t get blood on them. Lurker and I talk calmly while I take everything off and hang it up neatly. And then, for some unknown reason that I am sure made sense at the time, I decide to put the bowtie back on Chippendale’s style……..

Vodka starts recording and the fight starts. He zooms back and forth from Lurker and I fighting to Blonde. She plays for the camera and alternates between flicking the camera off, to making faces, to flashing her tits. All the while Lurker and I are circling each other in the room.

I have about 6 inches in height and 50 lbs on Lurker. I also used to box so I think this is going to be no problem and am actually worried I might hurt him too badly. I haven’t seen the tape in a while so I can’t remember if I got a few good jabs in or not but ultimately, as much as I hate to admit it, I got my ass whooped.

It turns out, Lurker wrestled all through high school. He being shorter and trained, went for my legs and easily took me down. We started rolling around on ground and ended up rolling through some pizza left on floor. I eventually overpowered him, and picked him up with him on my shoulders. I was spinning him around while trying to hit him. Unfortunately, I was hammered so I kept losing my balance. I ended up slamming into the windows with him still on my shoulders. We were many floors up and I realized it wasn’t safe so we quit the fight. I lost, I admit it.

I drank some more with Vodka and then left to go hit another party - still without my shirt on…... Lurker left sometime in there too. Things are really fuzzy from here on out but I remember getting turned away from several parties because of my condition. There was blood on my chest, I had no shirt on, there was crushed pizza all over my back, and I still had bow tie on. I must have been a site!

Eventually, I roll into one party. They are only too happy to have me there to make fun of me. I remember someone challenging me to take off more. So of course I did.….

I vaguely remember stumbling back to my room with just my boxer briefs on, the sun up, dragging my shoes and pants and socks along with me…. I remember running into a security guard somewhere on the walk back. I don’t remember what he said but thankfully, he didn’t call the cops and have me arrested.

I pass out immediately and what felt like seconds later, there is a pounding on my door. It is Blonde coming to wake me up. It is 11am, Vodka and her are going for breakfast and she wants me to come. I sit and talk to her in my underwear while she smokes a cigarette in my smoke free room. I am still very drunk and seriously consider just going back to sleep but she is persistent.

I shower quickly, throw some clothes on and go meet them at a sports bar called Frankie’s they were heading to. I immediately order a mimosa along with breakfast. Sunday is Fun Day!!! No way did I want to sober up and crash with as much alcohol as I still had in my system. Vodka, Blonde and I relate the tales of the night. It turns out, Vodka and Blonde slept in the same bed but nothing happened. No one knows what happened to Lurker and none of us care.

After a while of hanging out, I decide I don’t like being the 3rd wheel. I call Girlfriend and she shows up shortly after. Somehow, mimosas turned into shots and morning turned into afternoon…..

Girlfriend starts to get horny and jokes that she is going to follow me into the bathroom next time I go piss. I dare her to and head to the bathroom. I go in and shortly after, the door opens and she walks in. I drag her into a stall and we start making out. The unfortunate thing about stalls at Frankie’s is that they don’t lock. They are simply swinging doors. Remember this if you ever have to shit at Frankie’s. Or want a quickie.

Clothes start being ripped off each other and she goes down on me. I then turn around and take her from behind. We are going at it and guys keep coming into the bathroom, pissing and leaving. We don’t care, stop or slow down. Then, a guy comes into the bathroom and opens our stall, sees us, turns around and leaves. Then a bit later two other guys do the same thing. All the while we are still going at it.

After a while, we finish and leave and come back into bar. There is a table of girls and guys, including the 3 guys who walked in on us, in the corner by the pool tables. The first guy must have told the others who then came and checked us out. They start clapping for us and one guys yells out, “finished already?” We were in there forever because I had whiskey dick and had trouble finishing…. Asshole!

We go back to the table and drink some more. Blonde calls us out for having sex in the bathroom. We joke about it and keep the drinks coming. Eventually we decide to walk to my girl’s place which was several blocks away. We get there and open some wine and keep drinking.

We order pizza and I remember it was going to be over an hour. We keep drinking and the girls go to the bathroom together and are in there forever. They come out later both dressed in lingerie. Hello!The girls start making out in front of us and then plop down on the couch and continue. My girl is being the aggressor and takes Blonde’s lingerie top off and starts sucking on her nipples. Vodka and I of course decide to jump in on the action. I remove my girls panties while Vodka slides Blonde’s to the side. I am eating out my girl while she is bent over licking all over Blonde and Vodka is busy fingering her. Blonde is moaning and definitely enjoying herself.

Two things are running through my mind….I am wondering how pissed Girlfriend is going to be if I start fondling Blonde? And how I will kill Vodka if he touches my girl. I guess orgies can’t really happen if someone is going to be jealous…..

And then there is a knock at the door. The pizza guy has arrived! And we are about to make his night.

We stop our action and invite him in. My girl still has no panties on and her lingerie top is too short to cover anything. The guy comes in and his eyes are WIDE. The girls offer him some wine and he wisely accepts. He stays and drinks with us while we eat. We get on the subject of music and my girl gets her guitar and plays and sings us a song. It is beautiful and we all clap for her and I give her a big kiss which turns into a make out.

Vodka and Blonde continue to talk to pizza guy while Girlfriend and I start getting hot and heavy again. We eventually stop because pizza guy says he has to go or he will be fired. Of course, he has already had a few glasses of wine and stayed over an hour so he is probably fired anyways. Being the smart ass I am, I point this out to him.

The girls beg him to stay. I don’t think they were wanting him to stay because they wanted him to join us in our sexfest, he just happened to have a good vibe and I think they just wanted the party to keep on rolling. He kept repeating over and over “I have a girlfriend” as the girls kept asking him to stay as if to convince himself that he actually had one. The more the girls tried to get him to stay, the more wild-eyed he got. We eventually try to convince him to go get his girlfriend and bring her. He promises he will be back and leaves. He never comes back.

The orgy magic that started before pizza arrived is now over but I am riled up so I take my girl into the bedroom, close the door and we go at it. We are both hot and heavy when Blonde opens the door and comes in.

It is a one bedroom apartment and the bathroom is through the bedroom. Blonde has to pee….She pees, and comes out of the bathroom and starts talking to us. The whole time Girlfriend is bare ass naked riding me. Hilarious! We talk to her but don’t stop fucking the whole time. She eventually leaves the room and shuts the door behind her.

We finish and go out and join Vodka and Blonde who are watching a movie, drinking wine and listening to us fuck.

This pattern continues throughout the night. We all sit on the couch watching movies and drinking wine and occasionally, Girlfriend and I go to her bedroom and get it on and then come back and join the other two. Both Vodka and Blonde walk in on us going at it several times when they had to use the bathroom. As far as I know, Vodka and Blonde don’t do anything sexual this whole time.

Daylight comes and I take a quick nap with Girlfriend before having to leave to the airport to fly out for work. I wake up, Girlfriend and I go at it one more time. I am raw and definitely going to need to apply lotion to Mr. Owl (he stays up all night) for the next week.

I rush home, shower, pack and head to the airport. I land several hours and a much needed nap later. I get a call from Girlfriend which I answer with a big smile on my face. I hear Vodka and Blonde fucking loudly in the background. Girlfriend has to go to work after calling in late but doesn’t want to interrupt them. The sound of them is making her horny so we sort of phone sex while I am whispering into the phone at work.

We killed 7 bottles of wine that night – which wiped out Girlfriend’s whole collection. I also found out later that when the girls were in the bathroom changing into lingerie, they started getting it on and did a lot more than they did in front of us. This was my Girlfriend’s first female experience and unfortunately, she never had another one the whole time we dated.

I haven’t really seen Lurker since that night. Girlfriend and I broke up several months later and remained friends with benefits for a while until she moved away, met someone new and decided staying in touch with me wasn’t good for her new relationship. I moved on also….

Vodka ended up moving to Dallas and Blonde and Vodka ended up living together. He is still one of my closest buddies. They still both tease me about seeing Lil' Twitch that night every time they had to come in and pee.

Good times!

Elevator game

Originally posted on May 24, 2006


Field tested, Twitchy approved!

This approach to meeting a woman is meant if you work in a tower that has an elevator.

If you are riding in an elevator with a hot girl, ask her "what is on X floor?" when she pushes the button for which floor she is going to.

She will always answer with the company she works for. Then you ask what she does. She will tell you and then usually ask what you do.

Then, as you are rushed for time, tell them you would love to get to know them better and ask for their number or email. Its bold. Its easy. It works.