<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18970662</id><updated>2012-01-14T01:10:01.157-08:00</updated><category term='Still Alive'/><title type='text'>Adventures of Darius451:  Shaken, Not Stirred</title><subtitle type='html'>A future PUA, who is improving his life one week at a time, and having a good time doing so.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>darius451</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11567161861016714796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.iweb.cz/~vecer/fotky/bond/sean09.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>64</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18970662.post-7685350507018009755</id><published>2008-05-19T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T22:27:58.287-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Still Alive'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am alive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made it through law school, got my bar license, and ended up in Tucson, AZ.&lt;br /&gt;Still with HBDDs, though I left her in Illinois. Things have been tense lately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18970662-7685350507018009755?l=darius451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/feeds/7685350507018009755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18970662&amp;postID=7685350507018009755' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/7685350507018009755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/7685350507018009755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-am-alive-i-made-it-through-law-school.html' title=''/><author><name>darius451</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11567161861016714796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.iweb.cz/~vecer/fotky/bond/sean09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18970662.post-117639830763394814</id><published>2007-04-12T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T10:18:27.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Graduation nears, but HBDDS is still in the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have saw  Joe out and about (a PUA  I ran around with a bit prior to HBDDs), which was good to see him still in the game.   I haven't been able to go out as much as I'd like, but it is always fun to hit on girls.   I get my AFCs buddies to use openers and such, which kinda keeps me in the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the PUA community is great for a guy's overall self and confidence. Hell, I still use the Speed Seduction skills whenever I can...I must say they worked VERY well in my Mock Trials.   I can't wait to use them on a real jury....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18970662-117639830763394814?l=darius451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/feeds/117639830763394814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18970662&amp;postID=117639830763394814' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/117639830763394814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/117639830763394814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/2007/04/graduation-nears-but-hbdds-is-still-in.html' title=''/><author><name>darius451</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11567161861016714796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.iweb.cz/~vecer/fotky/bond/sean09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18970662.post-117088560607070331</id><published>2007-02-07T13:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T14:00:06.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last Semester Of Law School Still With HBDDs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing too exciting,  just busting my ass to find a job and graduate.    As for DDs, still hot and fun to be  around.  God Bless Neil, Ross, &amp;amp; Mystery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18970662-117088560607070331?l=darius451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/feeds/117088560607070331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18970662&amp;postID=117088560607070331' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/117088560607070331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/117088560607070331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/2007/02/last-semester-of-law-school-still-with.html' title=''/><author><name>darius451</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11567161861016714796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.iweb.cz/~vecer/fotky/bond/sean09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18970662.post-116667722346043071</id><published>2006-12-20T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T21:00:23.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Going to Vegas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brief intro...still with HBDDs...going strong, and I am going to Las Vegas with her over break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that...life is the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18970662-116667722346043071?l=darius451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/feeds/116667722346043071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18970662&amp;postID=116667722346043071' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/116667722346043071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/116667722346043071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/2006/12/going-to-vegas-brief-intro.html' title=''/><author><name>darius451</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11567161861016714796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.iweb.cz/~vecer/fotky/bond/sean09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18970662.post-116199332126587155</id><published>2006-10-27T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T16:55:21.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;MY ONE YEAR ANNIVIRSERY TO THE PUA COMMUNITY!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So it has been one year to this date that I started reading the Game.  First off, I would like to say that starting in, I had no idea the impact one book would have on my life.  I have matured more in teh past year than I have in the past 7.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to thank Neil, Mystery, Ross, and all the other PUAs who contributed to dramatic change.  A year ago, before I started the journey, I followed Ross's advice and started figuring out myself.  So much of the game is learning about yourself, and what you are capable of.   It seemed that I had to first forget everything I had learned, to really change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I set out with the goal of finding a beautiful, ambitious, sweetheart that would be headover heels for me...and I have achieved that.   HBDDs is the best girlfriend I have ever had, and I can tell she absolutely adores me.  Hell, my friends tell me as much.   Last weekend, I took her to my lawschool formal.   Four people (girls and guys) told me that she was probably the hottest girl there...HAHA!   I would have never imagined it would be ME with the hottest girl on my arm!   She is so great, my guyfriends envy me, and tell me all the time how lucky I am.   Haha, best off, at the formal, my old nemesis, HBwis was there...nothing like having a younger, hotter girl to rub in her stuck up face.  I noticed her giving us both some mean glances...I still have nexted her, and haven't talked to her since March.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways back to me!   I have noticed that I am so much more confident in all situations.   At times I find myself acting AFC, a bell chimes in and I immidiately react.  When I sit in interviews or conferences, I find my communication skills are honed to near perfection.  Body language, tonality, all laced with that juicy SS goodness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am at a bar, or elsewhere, I find PUA just kicking in...just for fun ;).    Hell, yesterday when I came back from work I noticed a HB outside at my complex smoking...I approached and chatted with her.    I notice that when I walk to class, I say hi to at least 3 out of 5 girls that I regularly walk by...cause they all know me by name ;).   I cant tell how often I've stood in a bar to get a drink, and a group of HBs roll up and I immidiately say with a grin "Excuse me, this will only take a second of your time, but Im in the need of a female opinion"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for HBDDs, we have been together for over 6 months, and things are great.   I really dont have a need to bang other girls, hell I'm the one having to turn DDs down...that girl is insatiable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final thoughts, to any disbelievers, I am living proof the game works.  If you have the drive to achieve and be the person you want, you can and will.   But it takes drive, and the willingness to fail.   Accept your fate that you will fail, but you learn from those failures, and those failures will lead to more success than you ever dreamed.   Funny thing is, after being with her, I around, and realize that I could potentionally get even hotter girls.  Of course, I doubt I could find one more loyal and sweet....but I'll keep an eye out just in case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currahee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18970662-116199332126587155?l=darius451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/feeds/116199332126587155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18970662&amp;postID=116199332126587155' title='54 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/116199332126587155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/116199332126587155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-one-year-annivirsery-to-pua.html' title=''/><author><name>darius451</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11567161861016714796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.iweb.cz/~vecer/fotky/bond/sean09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>54</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18970662.post-115695767045279660</id><published>2006-08-30T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T10:07:55.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Darius flys free for a weekend w/o DDs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A handful of my undergrads buds paid me a visit this past weekend, and felt obligated to show them a good time.  I took them all out both friday and saturday night.  Lucky for me DDs was busy all weekend, so I was unencumbered.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too many approaches, I was mainly in such a drunken stupor to even care.  I used my Dutch opener a few times, and have been giving tips to one of my buds on approaches.   Good times though.   recently I also went out with a few of my friends, and illustrated how to approach.  One of them, to my surprise, was familar with David D but he said it was all crap.  I showed him otherwise.  I opened 2 different sets with my Dutch opener, and showed how easy it was to start up converstations.   Though in hindsight I can tell that I was bogged down in A1, but I wasn't trying to get a number just show the guys that openers work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sticking point was always having something to open the convo, once I got into A3 my game was solid.   I think most AFCs are like this, so I have been trying to disprove their beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for DDs, still no fights or problems.  She is relunctant to give me oral, and still has yet to give me a full BJ (haha Charlie, I feel your pain), however I discussed with her my desire to be in a LTR with a woman that gives BJs as that is something important to me.  After this discussion, I have noticed that she has been trying (slowly) to get more comfortable with oral sex.   I'm not getting BJs now, but I can't fault her if she is facing her fears and uncomfortableness at her own pace.  I told her as long as I see progress and effort, I won't bitch about it, or leave her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, its great to have such control and confidence over such a cute girl.   Speaking of which, she put on 5 lbs...thus maybe knocking her status back to a 8.5?  Haha, not that I care, as long as she has those DDs to faceplant in, her ass can continue to grow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess my next project (after the oral of course) will be to get her to go to the rec with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going back to my undergrad alma mater sans DDs, and I plan on approaching the hell out of that town.   Its time to be the Darius and PU at the place where I was most AFC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currahee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18970662-115695767045279660?l=darius451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/feeds/115695767045279660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18970662&amp;postID=115695767045279660' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/115695767045279660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/115695767045279660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/2006/08/darius-flys-free-for-weekend-wo-dds.html' title=''/><author><name>darius451</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11567161861016714796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.iweb.cz/~vecer/fotky/bond/sean09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18970662.post-115569053019326041</id><published>2006-08-15T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T18:08:50.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adventures with a HB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am still with HBDDs.   Everything is pretty good, almost too good.  Even with the adventures involving HBamazon, she still is really into me.   Its surprising and empowering to have someone like you that much.  Absolute power corrupts absolutely.   Of course, I have temptations lurking around every corner.  This B that I used to have drunken makeouts with, and this Basian from about a year ago have expressed an new flame of interest in me.  Basian has pretty much invited me to guilt free sex &amp; BJs.   She told me frankly on IM that she was horny, and wanted me to go to her place for some fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course my conscious has been a little bitch about this.  So far, DDs has been 100% loyal to me, and I know any deception on my part only cheapens what we have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, my complaints about HBDDs:   She has a way of being an attention whore at social events, not extremely bad, but she does say dumb things when she is drunk.   Normally I would prefer a calmer, wiser girl...but what do you expect from a 20 yr old?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too few BJs so far.  I set her down last night and gave her a speech about that.   Frankly, I told her that BJs are important enough to me, that it might cause me months down the road to search out for a girl that does that, or possibly cheat on her.  Which is true.    Might as well give it too her like it is.   I figure if I am still with her in November and no BJs, if i get caught getting my pole smoked I say I warned her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, her past always seems to creep up on me.  I've always had a preference for girls with some sexual morals, but her easy past bothers me for some reason.   In some way, I think its my way of telling me to keep my distance.  Probably that whole "fear of committment" bear.&lt;br /&gt;Which is stupid, cause she has been nothing but sweet with me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her career path.  I am attracted to ambitious girls with successful careers ahead of them.  Her aspirations are definitely family first, which bothers me to a bit.  However, I was very upfront with my wishes, and demands when it comes to a potential mate.  I told her of my goal of having a family income of at least $100k when I am married.   I told her I would likely be able to bring in $75-80k, but my mate would be required to bring in the rest, at least until I am able to work my way up the ranks.   No free loaders on my watch!   Besides, I think $25k is very reasonable to ask from a working woman with a college degree.   Haha, this assumes I actually stay with her longer than until I find a girl with DDDs, and is a size 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But those DDs never get old.   Seriously, Jessica Simpson with a cup larger breasts.   When she walks around in her underwear, I can't help but drool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for PUA, I haven't gotten to try it out lately.  Though this weekend will rock.  A bunch of my old buddies will be in town, and I need to show them a good time.  DDs will be working, so I'll fly solo.  I"m going to brush up on my game and openers, then wreak havok and have a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currahee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18970662-115569053019326041?l=darius451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/feeds/115569053019326041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18970662&amp;postID=115569053019326041' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/115569053019326041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/115569053019326041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/2006/08/adventures-with-hb-so-i-am-still-with.html' title=''/><author><name>darius451</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11567161861016714796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.iweb.cz/~vecer/fotky/bond/sean09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18970662.post-115351618022855294</id><published>2006-07-21T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T14:09:40.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HBDDs...lured me into a LTR&lt;/span&gt;...and HBamazon strikes back.  &amp; honest finally pays off?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, its been over 3 months since I met HBDDs, and I am somewhat happen to admit that we are still going strong.  We have yet to have any seriously spat or fight whatsoever.  We hangout about 5 times a week, and have gone on a few adventures in teh past month.   Two weddings, and a trip to party in Chicago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sex is amazing, and I have introduced her to a few new things...;)   First off, she has had sex with 7 guys (5 of them only once), but she had never given a BJ, HJ, titty fucking, or any of that fun foreplay...until Darius came along.  haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we have grown very close...but there has been a few obstacles in the way.   Enter HBamazon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awhile back, I was injured in a motorcycle crash.   I called HBamazon, after I consulled and asked HBDDs if it was cool, for advice.   This led to HBamazon calling me about once every week or two weeks, and me calling her the same.  Now HBdds was totally cool with this, and I would talk to HBamazon with HBdds in the room.  Anyways, HBamazon was always asking me about HBdds, and telling me about her adventures as a female PUA.   So I figured there was no romantic interest left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, she called to let me know she was coming into town.  She had since moved about 2.5 hours away, but comes back about every other weekend to work at the hospital.  She mentioned hanging out, and I told her to call me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Friday rolls around, and I call her.   She tells me that she had to work that night, but her saturday afternoon and evening was free.   I told her we should go to the wineries in teh afternoon, but I would be busy in the evening wtih HBdds.  amazon agrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday rolls around, and I tell DDs that I am hanging out with amazon and some friends at the wineries, but we would still be on for our date at 8pm.   So amazon rides with me, and 5 of my friends go seperate to the wineries.   WE get there, and there is one of my friends, who is gay brought a cousin who was visiting-we'll call him mr lucky.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immidiately, amazon starts chugging wine.  I bought one bottle, she ended up buying 3.   She got completely plastered, and started hanging all over me.   Attempting to get me to kiss her and such, of which I was cleverly resisting.   I'm sure this had to be a first for her, as I doubt very many 6 ft 1 blonde, tan, blue eyed, and tone girls are denied kisses.   I realized that she wasn't cool with just being friends, and she wanted to makeout later.   It was hot as hell, and she talked our group into going to her pad and swimming in her pool that night.  BAD news for me, as that would mean I would have to cancel the 8pm date with DDs...and she would not be happy.  Amazon gets more and more drunk, and wild.   However, 7 30 rolls around and the winery is closing.   Luckily the swim party is cancelled as amazon could barely stand.   I had to carry her to my car.   Quite a scene carrying a plastered amazon through a winery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, so we start back to the gay guys house, as thats where we would meet and have amazon lay down for awhile as she was about to pass out.   On the trip back, she actually got sick, so I pulled off the road and let her puke a bit.  Yes, very attractive.    Get her back the  gay guy's house, and up the stairs to his bed.   She lies down, and I quickly call DDs and tell her whats going on.  She is cool so far, and understand, but is suspicious of amazon...with good measure.   Back up to amazon I go, and I lie down next to her by her request.   She slowly improves her condition with water and rest, but we keep talking.   She keeps asking me about DDs, and if I still like her (amazon).  I tell her whatever makes her happy, but then I tell her I would have to go soon.   Now, remember that amazon had never met my friends before, so I was the only one she knew. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 9 pm, DDs calls again wanting to know whats up.   I give her a BS excuse, and I'll be over to get her in a few minutes.   Now I tell amazon I REALLY have to go....but my friends would drive her back to my car at my place.   The she ATTACKS me.   I mean, she jumped up on top of me, and started kissing me, and my neck.   I was mounted.   She held down my hands, and kept kisisng me.   I didn't resist the first 30 seconds or so.  hell, never had an amazon mount me like this.   it was definetly a great experience.   However, amazon grabbed my cock, then started BITING my neck.    I mean, she was leaving marks on me with her teeth and nails.    Purpusely, so DDs would be pissed.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had to THROW her off of me.  I mean, literially toss her off.   She came after me, and I ran down the stairs.   Seriously, she was like a wolverine.   She chased me down, with this drunken energy, and I left.   She was flipping me off, and making comments about how I should fuck DDs (which I did later ;) ).    So I left.  It was 930 now.   I got to DDs, and confessed everything.   HOwever, our evening plan to hangout at my pad was destroyed as amazons car was at my pad.  I knew she would try to come in and fuck things up further when she sobered up to drive. so I took DDs to a movie to buy time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DDs trusted me, and believed everything that happened....much to my surprise.   She told me she was fucking pissed at amazon, and though she didn't outright say it...she doesn't want me hanging out with amazon for awhile.   Which I agree is in her right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the movie, amazon calls to let me know she got her car and was on her way home.   1230 ish.   I call my bud and find out what happened.   After I left, amazon, sat down wtih my group of friends, and was just in a crabby mood.    15-20 minutes after I left, mr. lucky got up to use the bathroom upstairs.   a minute later amazon followed him up and attacked him when he came out.   I guess he fucked her, then took her to her car at my pad.   Lucky bastard!  Haha, i got her warmed up, then any guy walked in.   I still give my buds shit that they should have used the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, thats a latest adventure.  Oh I did come up with a new opener which has worked 100% of the time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The DUTCH OPENER:&lt;br /&gt;[note: always use time constraint, etc]&lt;br /&gt;I have a friend from the netherlands (which I really do), and I am trying to give him relationship advice about girls here in america.  Being male I am not really qualified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, he has been dating a girl for a little over 2 weeks, and her bday is weds.   He doesn't know what to get her.   What do you girls think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been great.   I mean, girls cannot help but answer this question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats it for now.  Keep pluggin.    I'm going to start cataloging DDs and I relationship so far.  Which has been absolutely amazing.   She is still drama free, low maintenance, and loves to makeout---and she is still incredibly hot.   She is pretty much a replica of jessica simpson...with bigger boobs and a brain...mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18970662-115351618022855294?l=darius451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/feeds/115351618022855294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18970662&amp;postID=115351618022855294' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/115351618022855294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/115351618022855294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/2006/07/hbdds.html' title=''/><author><name>darius451</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11567161861016714796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.iweb.cz/~vecer/fotky/bond/sean09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18970662.post-115250141879282657</id><published>2006-07-09T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T21:16:14.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Darius's Computer is a Piece of Shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had some serious comp issues in the beginning of June. I lost my power supply, motherboard &amp;amp; CPU, sadly I also happened to enjoy even more issues in getting returns and shipping errors. The reason I am telling this story is my password to this blog is saved only on this HD, so I had to wait until it was up and going to blog again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to all, I recently got this bitch running again, but I have to get some other issues taken care of. I'm still with HBDDs, and it is going really good. I'll blog more on these things later though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out, and keep pluggin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18970662-115250141879282657?l=darius451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/feeds/115250141879282657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18970662&amp;postID=115250141879282657' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/115250141879282657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/115250141879282657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/2006/07/dariuss-computer-is-piece-of-shit-i.html' title=''/><author><name>darius451</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11567161861016714796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.iweb.cz/~vecer/fotky/bond/sean09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18970662.post-114904589185616331</id><published>2006-05-30T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T20:24:51.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Return of HBamazon and other fun with HBDDs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Charlie pointed out in my previous post, I forgot to list the recent adventures with HBamazon.   About two weeks ago, she had started calling me again wanting to hangout somemore.   I had to work this around my very busy schedule and HBDDs.   It turned out that we went to a movie (MI3), which she paid for entirely...  Afterwards we went out to a bar and chatted a bit.   The catch was that I had a severe sore throat so it was hard to work game.   We left after a drink, as the smoke was absolutely killing me.   I closed with turning her down for a hug goodbye, and just hopping in my car.   I realized that I wasn't really into her, and she played too many games to really be interested in.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She called me a few days later, and we were supposed to hangout or something one night, but I cancelled on her.   However, we did have a very long conversation.   It turns out that she is a female dating expert.   She studies dating and guys much the way a PUA does.   This was fascinating, so I started asking her some questions about what she thought of negging and such.   We had like a 2 hour long convo on PUA material, it was awesome.   A few tips I learned....two phrases to use..."we should do x."  &amp; "hey, i'm going to go to x, and i'd like you to join me.  Its a jeans &amp; tshirt hangout"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, I also had a girl (probably a 6.5) that I gamed just before the end of the semester.  I knew her from school, and I totally won her over.  I forget exactly what I did, but I just moved with her body language, and she ended up coming over to my pad.   However, my morals kicked in once I realized she wanted sex...mainly because this girl is a VERY good friend of a few of the girls I hangout with (who were aware of HBDDs) and I really realized how much I liked HBDDs.  I remember her throwing herself on top of me, and kissing me...then I had to pull away and tell her I needed to take her home.   She was pretty pissed/upset and cried a little (I guess this doesn't happen often haha).   As I drove back from her place, I knew I had done the right thing though.   HBDDs has been nothing but sweet to me, and having these sexual escapades would definetly tarnish things...ESPECIALLY if my friends found out about them (in law school secrets travel fast).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have REALLY gotten comfortable with the game, which is sad, as I feel myself getting more serious with HBDDs.   Again though, she is the type of girl I aspired to attain when I got into this game.   I have no idea how far we will go, or how serious things will get, but as long as honest &amp; fun to be around, I'll keep her as #1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recent events with her...last weekend I visited her hometown and met her parents.  I was going to a bachelor party on saturday in her town, and stayed at her parents pad on Friday.   Kinda  big move, but I still feel comfortable with her.  Hell, I've been making out with her for about 9 weeks now.  Best part is we have yet to have any sort of disagreement or fight.  Thats fucking amazing.   Especially considering we rode in a car alone for 13 hours.  Oh...and the sex is still outstanding.  Funniest part is that I try to come up with excuses not to hangout with her, and why I should ditch her.  I mean I study her with a fucking microscope to find faults....and so far she has passed every fucking test I throw at her.   She stands up to me if I try to boss her around, she helps me whether I ask or not, she is positive and rarely whines, and is not pushy when it comes to commitment.   She pretty much told me that as long as she has fun, and I want her around, she'll hangout with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the bachelor party, I went to strip bar...the best part was gaming the strippers.   I learned fast that my game is really catered to intelligent girls.   The dumb strippers were confused and lost as hell when it came to game.   However, I did game one for quite some time...too bad I was just visiting as she offered to have fun later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18970662-114904589185616331?l=darius451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/feeds/114904589185616331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18970662&amp;postID=114904589185616331' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/114904589185616331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/114904589185616331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/2006/05/return-of-hbamazon-and-other-fun-with.html' title=''/><author><name>darius451</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11567161861016714796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.iweb.cz/~vecer/fotky/bond/sean09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18970662.post-114842634339456806</id><published>2006-05-23T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T16:19:03.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wild Wedding Fun &amp; HBDDs Still Hanging Around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been spending quite a bit of time with HBDDs, and I still have yet to really get annoyed with her (which is shocking).   We have yet to have even anything close to an argument, and she has been nothing but sweet to me.    Therefore, I have chose to keep her around.   The rub with this, is that my PUA adventures have been very limited.   As HBDDs hangs out so much, I don't get many opportunities to PUA it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I was at a buds wedding this weekend, and things got pretty wild.   I was drunk from about 2pm until 2am.    At the reception,  it was pretty target dead.  So I opened the bartender, and really got warmed up.   We went out to a bar at around 1130ish and I was pretty wasted.   I remember opening several girls.   I opened one of the bridesmaids and totally hit on her hardcore with her bf next to her.  It was great as he stood there silent glaring at me while I flirted and danced with his gf.   He was even holding her drink the whole time!  &lt;br /&gt;I think I got a kiss on the cheek from her, then I moved on.   Its kinda fuzzy due to the booze, but I remember flirting with a blonde of an unknown # quality.   I just remember going caveman on her, and kissing her in front of the wedding party that followed us.   After kissing her, I told her we should go somewhere and makeout.   This girl then led me by my hand and drug me to the 2nd floor of the bar where we proceeded to makeout pretty hardcore.  I was totally gunwitching her, and had my hands all over her.  The best was that I think I talked to her for maybe 2 minutes before all of this.   I remember glancing on the dance floor during the makeout session, then I saw my buds and wedding party down there.   For some reason I got bored of kissing the girl, and I just walked away...never talking to her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember trying to get a married woman to kiss me too.  But her husband was there so that didn't work out.   The rest of the evening is fuzzy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, when I woke up, my bud called me to give me the blondes #.   Apparently she called him to told him to give me her # as I "look like a fun guy to makeout with"  HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My buds were shocked the next day.  I had told them about the PUA material, and they were surprised by my success.   It was funny, as I told them that my game was so impaired due to the booze and that I hadn't opened a set in 3 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also read Juggler's kind...courtesy of Rubik...this past week.  Some great stuff in there.  I will have to explore it more.   I also started my summer job...whihc I love and pays great.   This will be a great summer...Saturday I am headed to a bachelor party.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18970662-114842634339456806?l=darius451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/feeds/114842634339456806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18970662&amp;postID=114842634339456806' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/114842634339456806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/114842634339456806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/2006/05/wild-wedding-fun-hbdds-still-hanging.html' title=''/><author><name>darius451</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11567161861016714796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.iweb.cz/~vecer/fotky/bond/sean09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18970662.post-114741505711249490</id><published>2006-05-11T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T23:24:17.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HBDDs...the battle continues.   HBamazon returns to the mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another busy ass finals week.   I spent alot of time with HBDDs, and the makeout sessions are outstanding.   Her aunt died this week, so I supported her a bit.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where this is going with her.   She is totally into me, as I'm the first nice guy she has ever had that isn't totally AFC.   She stresses that we are just hanging out and nothing serious, aka she doesn't want to put a label on us.   I'll admit, I like her too.   She is hot, smart, and really good hearted.   When I set out to become a PUA, I didn't make my goal to bang as many hot girls as humanly possible.  My goal was to gain that skillset to meet &amp; capture the heart of great girls, and be in control of a relationship with a girl that I would have previously imagined out of my league. &lt;br /&gt;HBDDs is one of those girls.   However, I truely believe she isn't out of my league anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also this week, HBamazon has been communicating to me via email she wants to hangout before she moves away in June.   I called her tonight, and she told me that I bump into her at the clubs tomorrow night she will "give me something that I'll definitely remember" on friday.   She also asked if I would party with just her on Sunday and "have a good time".   Apparently, she has been super busy with her finals, and REALLY wants to unwind.   The message she is sending me, is she basically wants someone to party/makeout with until she moves away.   The catch is what to say when HBDDs asks who I am hanging out with the next few weeks.   Whats the PUA code of ethics when it comes to harhem management?  I really don't think DDs needs to know, seeing how amazon is leaving in a few weeks.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless, I am making Friday PUA day and staying away from DDs.   Gotta keep in practice, especially as I haven't opened a set in almost three weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18970662-114741505711249490?l=darius451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/feeds/114741505711249490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18970662&amp;postID=114741505711249490' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/114741505711249490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/114741505711249490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/2006/05/hbdds_11.html' title=''/><author><name>darius451</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11567161861016714796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.iweb.cz/~vecer/fotky/bond/sean09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18970662.post-114702119084447730</id><published>2006-05-07T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T10:02:05.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HBDDs...clingy but in a good way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;was planning on hitting the clubs with the boyz last night. I tried to stay away from HBDDs, but while we were watching the Cubs lose at my buddies pad, at around 1025 I get the follow text from HBDDs. "Are we going to finish what we started last night?"...she was refering to a makeout session that was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;inter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;rupted the previous night.    Do I reply?  Hell yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was at a bar with a friend (the same that introduced us when we first met). Apparently they were bored, and she wanted some company. I was in a bind, as I really wanted to go sarging a bit...but I also wanted to play with DDs...of course DDs won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They come over, and hangout a bit. We all go out initially to a beer garden, but it was raining so we went to a dance club nearby. Immidiately HBDDs starts using me as a stripper pole. Damn that girl can move! We bump &amp; grind for awhile, then we go get some drinks. We bump into a bud of hers and chat for a bit. While she is talking I spot a PERFECT two-set of HBs. Two blondes just standing around, looking for boys to flirt with. I was kinda drunk, and I really wanted to pull away and open them for some reason. Damn! Spotting two HBs alone and borderline desperate like that is rare. An AFC made an approach, and they basically laughed him out of the set. If HBDDs wasn't rubbing her boobs on me, I definitely would have opened that set. Back to more dancing, and we close out the bar grinding and sweating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us head back to my neighbors pad. Hangout at the after party, and have a blast. Then we head back to my place. Ya-ya-yada...I drove her back home this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my sarging adventure was cut short, but its hard to complain. Next weekend I will fly solo for sure. I'm going to get Joe to meet me out, and we'll round out the last week of the semester PUA style. Charlie you are right though, having HBDDs hanging around me at the club is a MASSIVE ego booster. I had zero fear when I was eyeballing that set of HBs. Talking to them would have seemed as natural as talking to my sister. I have to jet soon, as HBDDs mentioned something about a bubblebath and "nap" this afternoon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a cool, sweet girl, and I'll definitely leave her better than I found her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One a side note:  I also bought a Sean Connery Poster to hang in my living room above my TV.   Next time an HB is at my pad, and I'm feeling AFC, I'll be able to look up and ask "What would James Do?".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18970662-114702119084447730?l=darius451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/feeds/114702119084447730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18970662&amp;postID=114702119084447730' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/114702119084447730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/114702119084447730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/2006/05/hbdds.html' title=''/><author><name>darius451</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11567161861016714796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.iweb.cz/~vecer/fotky/bond/sean09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18970662.post-114686307819919459</id><published>2006-05-05T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T14:04:38.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finals Almost Over:   HBDDs creeps closer to a possible LTR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the past 12 days I have been busting my ass 14-16 hours per day.   Anyways, HBDDs has been hanging out alot with me, though I have yet to actually take her on any date thing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at a crossroads here, as she is a really great girl.   Very nice, witty, ambitious, and most of all--honest and up front.  Her flaws I have found are her insecurity with people not caring about any of her talents or interests other than her body (imagine that!).   Probably doesn't help that every guy she has tried to date since she has been in college has been a player/natural who basically tries his best to fuck her, and if she does give in, he moves on.   So a nice guy like me has really swept her off her feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her biggest con I have found, and something I still don't know how to take, is that she lost her virginity at age 19 (to a player who never talked to her again afterwards).   In the past 19 months she has slept with 7 guys, with only 3 of them being actual guys she dated for more than a few weeks.   This leaves 4 1-2 date/one night stands.   Now if this were merely a girl I wanted for a short term love fest, I wouldn't care.   But HBDDs has some definite LTR potential.  &lt;br /&gt;The problem I have found with girls that have several one-nighters they tend to be incredibly insecure, and become SUPER clingy a month or two down the line.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, for some reason I find myself making excuses for not wanting to date her.  PUA, for one thing.   Its kinda stupid and ironic for me to have the hottest girl I have ever, who is actually pretty cool and dateable, and for me to be using whatever flaw I can find as reason to blow her off.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is supposed to go out with me and my friends tonight, so we'll see how she is when mingling with my friends.   I'll be out tomorrow night solo though...so we'll PUA it up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18970662-114686307819919459?l=darius451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/feeds/114686307819919459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18970662&amp;postID=114686307819919459' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/114686307819919459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/114686307819919459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/2006/05/finals-almost-over-hbdds-creeps-closer.html' title=''/><author><name>darius451</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11567161861016714796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.iweb.cz/~vecer/fotky/bond/sean09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18970662.post-114627066114454520</id><published>2006-04-28T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T17:31:01.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Finals are a Bitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No time to play or post this week...just studying up.   I plan on doing some serious sarging next weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sidenote, I have been hanging out with HBDDs a few times this week...she is addicted to darius lovin...so far playing with DDs has been the best stress reliever I have ever found.   ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18970662-114627066114454520?l=darius451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/feeds/114627066114454520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18970662&amp;postID=114627066114454520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/114627066114454520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/114627066114454520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/2006/04/finals-are-bitch-no-time-to-play-or.html' title=''/><author><name>darius451</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11567161861016714796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.iweb.cz/~vecer/fotky/bond/sean09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18970662.post-114581308059373057</id><published>2006-04-23T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T10:24:40.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Night of Sarging &amp; The Conquest of HBDDs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was a buddies Bday, so we go to Lonestar to eat.   I immidiately opened the waittress a B7, who was cute, and the flirting began.   I never worked game in front of my friends, so I didn't us any openers or rountines, just plenty of darius c&amp;f and a little juggler M.   I had social proof from my friends that were there, including several girls, who also interacted with the waittress.   The fun part was on of the girls brothers was there, who was a natural AMOG...but with amatuer game.   Immidiately he tried stealing the waittress, but I calmly won her back with by being even more playful.   I could tell the AMOG was getting pissed, as he continued to get more and more desperate in starting convo with the waittress.&lt;br /&gt;Each time she came around, she would stand near me and chat (the AMOG was on the far end of the table), he continued to yell 5th grade jokes at her which really made him look like an ass.   It was funny to see him basically drown himself in his poor game.   He is a college baseball player, so I am sure that is 95% of his game, and once that is out, he has literally nothing but bad jokes he memorized from reruns of Seinfeld and Friends.   I imagine he rarely has people compete with him for a girl, so when it happens he tries to intimidate the other guy, and once that fails...he becomes an annoying AFC...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we continue to flirt with each other in front of everyone.  I didn't really have too much of an interest in her, but she spent at least 15 minutes total during the course of the meal chatting with me.   When she left, she told me that she would see her out at a bar later once she got off of work.   NOTE:   I should have gone for a cheekkiss AND/OR number close her after everyone left to go leave.   Just for good practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my first real AMOGing a natural, and I dominated...even if I didn't number close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming off of that high, we head out with my crowd...including most of the members of Team AFC, to a dance bar.   I was pretty drunk, as it was more of a Bday celebration than sarging run, but I decided to run some game.  On the dance floor, Team AFC cleaned the girls out, so I moved solo to open a few sets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using the Jealous BF, I have yet to meet a set that is unresponsive.  My body language is solid (in my opinion), I don't peck--even if the set is sitting-the only catch is that when its so loud it can be hard to hook.  I have found that if the set is sitting, and I open, I have gotten them to actually stand and lean in to talk to me...definite IOI!  &lt;br /&gt;Humoursly, during a 2 set I just opened, Joe came by and chatted with me.  It was fucking hilarious as he caught me using the JBF opener.  We are definitely going to have to make another sarging run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A final set I opened were two gorgeous blondes sitting near a bar.   They were kinda bouncing and dancing in their chairs, so I used the "I don't mean to be rude, but you remind me of a powerpuff girl" line to open...the girls laughed their asses off at that...and the target actually got out of her seat to talk to me.  I ran the JBF opener, and she was totally hooked...her friend initially wasn't interested, but I managed to hook her too.   I used the Best friends test, and was getting kick ass IOIs from the target...I tried some fluff talk HOWEVER I fucked up because of alcohol...I FROZE UP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I literally had these two blondes looking up at me smiling and giggling, and my mind went blank.  I waited about 20 seconds, and just smiled back, but the silence was murderous...and I just excused myself.  Sadly, I saw them glancing at me and giggling later on...they were really hooked.&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel bad as I normally would because I didn't intend to spend the night sarging.  I made the decision to party was my priority...not sarging.    I now fully realize that if you want HBs, you have to take the game seriously.   Its like studying for a test, or a big presentation.   You have to have your lines memorized, and the gameplan running in your head.   When you take the game lightly, don't be dissappointed with halfass results.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also enjoyed watching the AFCs throughout the bar hitting on girls.   It seems that this is maybe a 1 to 20 ratio of naturals to AFCs in any bar.   The AFCs were always leaning in, ignoring the UG friends, buying the girls drinks nonstop, uncomfortable body language.  The fact any of them get laid is mostly due to that alcohol in the girls system. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, a good time out though.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOALS:    TYPE IN LINES IN CELL PHONE TEXT MESSAGE...JUST IN CASE MIND GOES                     BLANK AGAIN.  &lt;br /&gt;                   STUDY HOW TO DAMAGE CONTROL SETS ALREADY OPENED AND                                         REOPENERS.&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next night...hung out with HBDDs at my pad for the evening...LMR was destroyed...drove her home this morning...nuff said  =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18970662-114581308059373057?l=darius451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/feeds/114581308059373057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18970662&amp;postID=114581308059373057' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/114581308059373057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/114581308059373057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/2006/04/night-of-sarging-conquest-of-hbdds.html' title=''/><author><name>darius451</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11567161861016714796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.iweb.cz/~vecer/fotky/bond/sean09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18970662.post-114564961461473268</id><published>2006-04-21T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T13:00:14.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Night of o o o Fun with HBDDs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my AFC choking last weekend, I studied up on LMR &amp; even Gunwitch.   My goal was to obliterate LMR the next time I see it...lets see how I did this round...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HBDDs calls me up wanting to party.   She kicked ass in the fashion show, and wants to celebrate.   Appartently none of her friends wanted to hangout that evening, and I couldn't get any of mine (except Team AFC...and we aren't inviting them), so it ends up being just us too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pick her up at the dorm she lives in, and we go to a beer garden.   She is only 20, so I end up buying her drinks for the night (though she did pay for my cover to get in the club).   Whatever, she wanted to celebrate so I showed her a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sit out at the beer garden for about an hour just chatting and drinking.   Lots of rapport building, and I used darius c&amp;f in everything.   BHRR, false takeaways, the works.   Then I got creative and started using SS time distortion...this REALLY paid off..    Saying things like "you know, can you just picture yourself in a bikini, in my kitchen, doing my dishes?"   this lead later to me saying "you know, last weekend when you were at my place, I kept imagining you taking a bubblebath in my tub...can you see that picture too?"  This kept her laughing, but the images were put there... =)    I also phrased things vague, and "We".   I was getting IOIs out the ass, the catch was the table we were at seperated us too far, so that only kino I could initiate was to rub my leg on hers a bit under the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More drinks, and then we get up to go to another bar to go dancing.  I buy us a shot (she was on pain killers for falling on her ass earlier so she couldn't drink much) on the way out.   While walking out of the bar, I offer my arm, and she immidiately grabs it and pulls close to me.   As we walk &amp; talk I slowly move my hand down and hold her hand.   She squeezes back, and keeps her hand toward mine as I pull it away...GREAT IOI.  The dance bar was fucking dead, so we went back to the beer garden.   We bump into a few peeps we know, and we end up inside and talking to a friend of hers.   I naturally, befriend her friend, and we continue to laugh it up.   While we talk, HBDDs slowly starts leaning into me, and I lean back with my hand on her hip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After talking a bit, we go over in a secluded part of the bar and sit next to each other on a bench.   I immidiately start smelling her, and go in for a kiss...which she enjoyed.   We talk, and I continue to pepper in a few kisses.   THEN I drop the cube game on her...she is totally infatuated.  We kiss more, then I tell her I am hungry and want to order a pizza...she totally agrees.  We leave the bar, and she is totally hanging on my arm now.   There was no questioning, she totally just hopped in my car and was ready to go.   Back to my pad...I of course tell her how busy I am the next day...and tell her not to take advantage of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get in, and I put on some music...some 311, Weezer, Everclear like stuff...and about an hour in the playlist...Frank Sinatra and Dean Martin...she sits on my couch, and I make a feeble attempt to order pizza.  The places were closed on the weekday evenings, so I decide just to make a frozen one.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get her some water, as she said she had enough to drink...I of course make a cocktail for me.   When I come back, she is laying on the couch, so I get close and massage her back...which is very sore from her bruised ass (which she happily showed me =) ).    We talk, and I then we eat pizza.   Once again right about the time Frank kicks in, I move in close, and start smelling her...and the kissing starts.   I do SEVERAL takeaways, and stop and goes.    She was getting really hot, she was grabbing me and pulling me in for kisses.   I start massaging her body, and kissing back...finally I standup grab her hand, and use another Mystery line "Lets go makeout like a couple of teenagers"...which gets her laughing but she gets up and follows me to the bed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The makeout continues, and lets say we got a man on third base.   Would have been homerun if it wasn't for bad timing...*wink*   she reassured me that saturday would be free and clear though, and she wants to party again.  She spent the night, and I drove her back the next morning.   She kissed and hugged me goodbye, telling me that we should hangout on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, grade myself an A on this one.   I was confident, humerous, and used "Make the hoe say no" as my motto.   She was a helpless, cornered bunny to my bearlike attitude, poor girl didn't stand a chance.   Best of all, I had an absolute blast, and the hottest girl I have ever had naked in my bed.   She had a body like a porn star.  Damn!   Last thought...they are DDs...I checked the tag ;).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18970662-114564961461473268?l=darius451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/feeds/114564961461473268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18970662&amp;postID=114564961461473268' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/114564961461473268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/114564961461473268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/2006/04/night-of-o-o-o-fun-with-hbdds-after-my.html' title=''/><author><name>darius451</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11567161861016714796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.iweb.cz/~vecer/fotky/bond/sean09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18970662.post-114556858392713090</id><published>2006-04-20T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T14:29:43.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HBamazon's "LJBF" letter...and my reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I check my mail today, and HBamazon sent me an interesting letter...I'll just post it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*begin*&lt;br /&gt;    As finals are approacing and I am getting ready to&lt;br /&gt;move, I don't think that I want a dating&lt;br /&gt;relationship to develop. I've been thinking&lt;br /&gt;about it since we met and I don't see this&lt;br /&gt;going anywhere.  Not to mention I don't do&lt;br /&gt;long distance relationships. I wanted to head this&lt;br /&gt;off now so that you don't get hurt. People&lt;br /&gt;tend to get attached to me quickly and then I end&lt;br /&gt;up hurting them. &lt;br /&gt;I think you are a very cool guy, lots of fun, very&lt;br /&gt;intelligent, and incredibly sweet.  Which is the&lt;br /&gt;type of guy I will one day want to settle down&lt;br /&gt;with, but right now you'll end up getting&lt;br /&gt;hurt. And, I don't really have the kind of&lt;br /&gt;time to devote to you that you deserve.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I didn't make my situation clear to&lt;br /&gt;start with. Don't hesitate to call if you&lt;br /&gt;want someone to watch a baseball game with or if&lt;br /&gt;drinking is involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HBamazon  *end*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I kinda had a feeling about this from yesterday's phone convo...so I had in essence two choices...1]  Next her and forget her  OR 2]  Next her, but give her a smartass reply...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was bored today...so I went with #2...and I'll post it too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*start*&lt;br /&gt;Haha,  Is this is a great LJBF message!  I grade&lt;br /&gt;it a B+.   Not the best I’ve gotten, but pretty&lt;br /&gt;good.  You know I hate womaneze…but you use it&lt;br /&gt;anyways, which is why I am now required by man law&lt;br /&gt;to be a dick…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets break this womaneze down...&lt;br /&gt;1 ]   Using time constraint as an excuse not to&lt;br /&gt;let "a dating relationship develop". &lt;br /&gt;ummm...thats BS.   Girls that are truly interested&lt;br /&gt;in a guy don’t let them get away, regardless of&lt;br /&gt;the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2] "I don't do long distance&lt;br /&gt;relationships"   Also BS, as I'm sure&lt;br /&gt;you have done them before.   Again…see #1.  The&lt;br /&gt;most amusing thing about this one is the&lt;br /&gt;confidence you have that a relationship is&lt;br /&gt;something I am actually interested in. &lt;br /&gt;Seriously!  If you knew anything about me, you&lt;br /&gt;might understand that a relationship isn't&lt;br /&gt;exactly what I am after right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3] I am amused that you are “heading this off&lt;br /&gt;now” to protect me.   Very noble of you, but&lt;br /&gt;once again…BS.   If you were that interested in&lt;br /&gt;“protecting” me, you would not have set up&lt;br /&gt;this situation in the first place, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4]  My favorite…the “you are the perfect guy&lt;br /&gt;for me…but not right now…” line.    This BS&lt;br /&gt;line has been used for countless generations&lt;br /&gt;dating back to Roman literature (seriously, I once&lt;br /&gt;, in grad school, translated this out of a Roman&lt;br /&gt;love letter a woman wrote to a guy).  The best&lt;br /&gt;part about this line, is typical chumps get&lt;br /&gt;harmonized by this line, and “wait” for the&lt;br /&gt;woman to be ready.   Which is why I imagine this&lt;br /&gt;line has been so successful for centuries.  This&lt;br /&gt;line also helps with setting up #5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5] The apology + “lets hangout as friends&lt;br /&gt;sometime”   I have found this is a crucial&lt;br /&gt;element in every LJBF letter.   Guilt (just as&lt;br /&gt;jealous to a man) is every woman’s Achilles&lt;br /&gt;heel.   In my opinion, women fear guilt like the&lt;br /&gt;plague, because of how it can really wreak havok&lt;br /&gt;on their emotions.   For some reason this “lets&lt;br /&gt;be friends” line appears to lessen the guilt.&lt;br /&gt;Come on…do you seriously want to hangout with&lt;br /&gt;me?   Or is this another piece of bait thrown out&lt;br /&gt;there to lessen guilt?  Besides, I have plenty of&lt;br /&gt;girls that I am just friends with. &lt;br /&gt;I appreciate the time you put in the BS letter,&lt;br /&gt;but please, next time…just be blunt.  As a&lt;br /&gt;woman, this may be difficult, but it makes things&lt;br /&gt;easier for the both of us.    In addition, from&lt;br /&gt;our convo last afternoon, I had already deduced&lt;br /&gt;what would happen.   This whole message is&lt;br /&gt;especially amusing to me, given your previous&lt;br /&gt;email about “getting to know me better before&lt;br /&gt;exploring your sensuality”.   Ha!  That’s&lt;br /&gt;quite a piece of bait you set out there for me,&lt;br /&gt;eh?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed our weeklong&lt;br /&gt;fantasy “mini” relationship.  Given our love&lt;br /&gt;to party and have a good time, we really could&lt;br /&gt;have some fun hanging out.   I was actually hoping&lt;br /&gt;to get some of our friends together for a winery&lt;br /&gt;adventure this weekend, until yesterdays convo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not despair Dimples, I’m not hating on you,&lt;br /&gt;just hammering your shell a little…I’ve gotten&lt;br /&gt;plenty of these messages, and I’ll continue to&lt;br /&gt;bust the balls of any girl that sends them to me.&lt;br /&gt;You play your games, and I’ll play mine.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go now, as there are other beautiful&lt;br /&gt;babies out there that enjoy my company enough to&lt;br /&gt;make time in their busy schedules for me.&lt;br /&gt;Your move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darius *end*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did I do? Haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18970662-114556858392713090?l=darius451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/feeds/114556858392713090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18970662&amp;postID=114556858392713090' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/114556858392713090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/114556858392713090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/2006/04/hbamazons-ljbf-letter.html' title=''/><author><name>darius451</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11567161861016714796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.iweb.cz/~vecer/fotky/bond/sean09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18970662.post-114551026611289978</id><published>2006-04-19T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T22:17:46.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No Cockblock Weekend of Fun  Part III:  HBDD's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where we left off, I had just ended my date with HBamazon...and during the drive back to town I had gotten a few text mails from HBDDs telling me to meet her at a bar.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I call my buds, while driving, and I have them rendevous with me at this beer garden with HBDDs.   Get to the bar around 12:45, and I am completely sober.   Meet my buddies (not the superAFC &amp; Co this time), then I bump into HBDDs.   She was with a few of the her friends, whom mostly were guys.   She isolates with me immidiately, and talks to me.   I start initiating kino, and hugging her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also begin to befriend her friends that were there, and invite them all over for afterhours at my pad...which they agree.   The bar closes, and HBDDs is persuaded to ride with me ;) to my pad.   My buds, HBDDs, and I get to my place, and we hangout waiting for her friends to come.   These friends were on game, and isolated us so we were able to really rapport.   Luckily, I had a bottle of champagne I bought for HBamazon...but it went good to HBDDs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually her friends show up at around 230, and I immidiately start opening and gaining rapport with them.   Give them drinks, and show them a good time...I really get in good with them, and around 3ish they leave.   Unfortunately, one of the guys was drunk and being an ass...he yells at HBDDs from my door as he left "Hehe, have a good time HBdds*wink*...hey, I didn't say fuck him, just enjoy hanging out...*wink*"   Kinda killed the vibe...&lt;br /&gt;My buds leave shortly after, leaving me and HBDDs sitting on the couch.  &lt;br /&gt;We start talking, and finish the bottle of champagne, she continues to talk about herself, and her past.  Apparently, her freshman year she was pretty easy and had about 6-7 one nighters.   Now I'm thinking that her pants must come off pretty easy right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reassure her, and use the evolution kiss close (twice in one night), and we beging kissing.   After about 5 minutes, I get my hands on those DDs...DAMN THOSE THINGS ARE NICE!  By far the nicest pair I have had my hands on.   This chick has a porn star body on her.  Anyways about 10 minutes of nothing but kissing...she suddenly pulls away AFTER I can feel her really getting into it...and says "we need to stop, I just met you and I'm trying to respect myself now"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell her "We are just kissing, and enjoying each other"   and I kiss her again...she pushes me away, and tells me that she needs to go home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only response is that I apoligized for kissing her, and that I didn't want her to feel uncomfortable...she then apoligized back to me...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN!!!  So I drive her home.  And we chat the way a bit.   As I drop her off, I reach over for a handshake, which causes her to give me a funny look.   Then I grab her and kiss her.    I slap her on the ass as she gets out of my car, and I tell her that I'll call her sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMR!!!!   I need to work on defeating LMR as I feel like I hit it twice in the same night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...I sent her a text mail in my drunken 4am thought that said:  "Just an FYI:  I respect you.   I am attracted to you because of the elegant way you carry yourself...good night" &lt;br /&gt;As she was telling me she wants respect and not just a guy who wants to play with her boobs...it seemed like a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent an email to HBamazon explaining her cube picture, and her sensuality...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next night, go out again.   I do a few approaches which go smoothly, though I eject early in each one.   I get a buddy of mines' a phone number of a chick.   I was pretty burnt out from the previous two nights, so I know I wasn't bringing my best energy.   Still got some good practice though.   I saw Joe &amp; the Russian (his rAFC buddy) out, and I watched him do an approach or two.   We will definitely have to set a night out just for sarging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUNDAY:   I get an email from HBamazon telling me that she wishes that we wait awhile before exploring her sexuality.   I respond with an email saying how relieved I was, and that I am not ready to have sex with her...blah blah...how nervous I was when she invited me to her place.&lt;br /&gt;I call HBdds, ask about her day, how her week is going.  Short convo...but hitting rapport. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONDAY:   I call HBamazon while walking to class, ask her to come over and watch a baseball game with me.   She calls me back at like 5ish,  while I was making an italian meal for myself, and says she would like to stop by.  I invite her over right then, and she stops by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now when she gets out of her SUV...she keeps her distance so I felt awkward going for a hug. &lt;br /&gt;During dinner, she sit kinda away from me, so I didn't know.   We talk alot, and still seemed like we got along well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, she sits on my couch, but she is positioned in an odd way, so I couldn't tell if she wanted me to grab her or not.   I continue kino escalation, by slapping her leg, shoving her shoulder as we talk...etc.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about 35 minutes of this, she tells me she has homework to do, and gets up.   She walks out of my place, and to her truck...I follow her out...and I see her looking at me out of the corner of her eye.   When she got to her truck door...I walk over and tell her "you're not getting out of her without at least a hug"  I give her a hug, then a kiss...which I could tell she was waiting for the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She leaves, and I realize that she wants me to chase her, and really press the kino on her.   I also realize that our convo was turning mundane, and I need to pepper more playful in.    More Gunwitch &amp; darius C&amp;amp;F.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, HBDDs calls me to tell me that she fell down a flight of stairs and severely bruised her ample ass.   We joke about it, then I let her go.  I txt her tuesday, to show my concern for her bruised ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEDSNEDAY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call HBamazon 1ish....I am vague, but I inquire what she is doing in the evening, tell her to call me back after 4.   4.03 she calls me to tell me that she was busy that night, and that she is going to be busy the next three weeks for finals.   I take this that she is no longer interested in hanging out...I ask about her weekend and she says her parents are in town and she doens't know if she''ll have time to hangout...I tell her "We'll, with your busy schedule, I guess we'll leave the hanging out up to you then, ok?"   She apoligizes and says she is not trying to blow me off...and I tell her that we'll talk later.  Hangup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HBDDs has a fashion show on Thursday night...Txt me weds night if I can go.   Of course i don't want to go, I barely know this chick...but I tell her that I am busy tomorrow evening with school, but I'd like to hear about how it went after...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for HBamazon...I don't know what happened here.   Did I lose her, or does she want me to chase her?   She certainly didn't like my idea that she should call the shots...hmmm.   I'll leave her on the side burner for awhile, I'm curious to see how this plays out.   Any thoughts out there what I should do next?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18970662-114551026611289978?l=darius451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/feeds/114551026611289978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18970662&amp;postID=114551026611289978' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/114551026611289978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/114551026611289978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/2006/04/no-cockblock-weekend-of-fun-part-iii.html' title=''/><author><name>darius451</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11567161861016714796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.iweb.cz/~vecer/fotky/bond/sean09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18970662.post-114521304623602970</id><published>2006-04-16T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T11:44:06.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TOKEN RESISTANCE:  My Virgin AFC Buddy's To Beat LMR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I have a good buddy of mine who is a virgin, and is wanting to wait until marriage.  But he loves kissing girls, and making out, cuddling, and such.    So after my date with HBamazon and HBDDs (future post)   he told me an excellent tactic he uses...that he found out makes girls attack him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he is first kissing a girl in a C3 or S1 location, after about 5 minutes of kissing...he stops and says to them "Hey, we should probably stop, we don't want this to get out of hand"   Then he rolls off of her, and just kinda lays there, or sits there.   He tells me that EVERYTIME he as done this, (remember he is a virgin and REALLY doens't want anything to happen), the girls reinitiate kino and kisses him even more.   He is the prize and in control...the girls eat i up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my tip for the week...BEAT HER TO THE LMR LINE!   He premptively strikes out her LMR before she can.   Afterall someone has to say "we should probably stop" right?   He is offering token resistance, plus a freeze out!  genius!   Of course, he doesn't proceed past 2nd base...but I believe with this weapon...darius certainly will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18970662-114521304623602970?l=darius451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/feeds/114521304623602970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18970662&amp;postID=114521304623602970' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/114521304623602970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/114521304623602970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/2006/04/token-resistance-my-virgin-afc-buddys.html' title=''/><author><name>darius451</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11567161861016714796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.iweb.cz/~vecer/fotky/bond/sean09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18970662.post-114521220112538378</id><published>2006-04-16T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T11:46:43.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The No Cockblock Weekend of Fun  Part II:  Date with HBamazon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Friday I am hungover. Thursday really bit my ass. I was so hungover, that it really affected my motor skills on Friday. However, I had set up a date with HBamazon (the hot nurse from Facebook&amp;DairyQueen), so I had to prepare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, I also procured HBDDs phone number. I gave her a call to inquire whether she was going out, and to let her know that I might be out. This was actually my plan B...in case the date with HBamazon didn't go well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, my plan with HBamazon, which she initially jumped on when I called her up on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;Go to lunch on Friday, then maybe hangout with our friends at the bar that evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can't do lunch, and asks to do dinner. I tell her thats cool, make it a later dinner (7ish), and as long as we just aren't going to do dinner. My plan is to go out here in town (she lives in a nearby town about 30 minutes away...but she works/studies here and is in town all the time) then get her back to my pad for a bottle of wine, then see if she wants to either go out to the bar OR stay in an cuddle on the couch &amp;amp; tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, she calls me on Friday telling me that she would rather us go to this italian joint (she knows i love italian food) near her town...and to meet me at a home depot lot...then she'd pick me up and drive us to the joint. I agree, curious where this will lead us. Initially, she also showed a relunctance to hangout post dinner which i told her "cool, well I guess after dinner, we'll just slap high fives and go on our way".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...I show up at home depot 7ish, get in her car...I believe I greeted her with a hug.  Gotta start that kino early!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go to this italian place...which was really fucking good. I have to give her props there. I immidiately start asking her about herself, and what she is interested in. We are really clicking, I get along with her great. She is a smartass, witty, but far from arrogant, she likes adventure, and trying new things. Date is going well, she is DHV &amp; IOI like crazy. I start using some Bait-Hook-Release on her...she is really eating it up. I start initiating kino by slapping her arm, leg, so on. She jokes about sitting by the lake after dinner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are going great THEN I call her the wrong name! HAHAHA Quite a fuckup I know, but I blame it on the wine, and I notice her body language COMPLETELY change. I am afraid I completely blew it...but I break out some humor and funny stories. As she is a nurse, I start telling funny stories about my experiences at hospitals and such. But I could tell she was a bit preturbed. Then the bill comes. At first I grab it, and she remains unfazed. Like she expected me to pay for her. I almost did, because of the name fuckup...but PUAs don't buy dinner unless then have to. I look at the bill, then I glance at her. NOW she gets her purse, and throughs some green on the table. I'll buy her a meal someday...but after we've made out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this was a mark against me...but I'm controlling the frame and the date, right? On the drive back, I start asking her about boys and how she likes dating...and she really opens up to me. We pull up to Home Depot, and ask when are we going to the lake...she tells me she is just going to call it a night. DAMN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quickly I enter PUA mode...it was like a fucking switch flipped! I had to salvage this! She pulls up with her sun roof open...we chat for a bit. I tell her the "cool, well I guess after dinner, we'll just slap high fives and go on our way" line and slap her hand. I just start to open the door, and I could tell she wasn't pleased with just a handslap. FREEZE OUT! With a smile, I casually look up at the sky, and say it sure is a beautiful night out, don't you think?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She replies, "oh totally, I think I can see the big dipper" Of course she was pointing the wrong direction...so I lean back an use the astromony I studied as a teenager. I lean in, and she leans into me, and I start pointing out stars to her, and telling the mythology behind each. She asks me what my sign is, and we talk about astrology for a bit. She turns her Jeep off. NOTE: NEED TO READ UP ON ASTROLOGY ASAP! I decide to use the cube game...just before I get started...I see this sparkle in her beautiful eyes and she mentions we should go to the lake.&lt;br /&gt;YES! So I salvaged a little...its about 830ish. I slowly look at my watch, and say..."well, i suppose we coudl go there for a little bit".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get to the lake, and I let her walk ahead. I keep some distance between us, but I could tell she was fascinated with what I have to say. We sit at a bench near the lake, and I position myself about 6" or so from her. I run the cube game, and she is absolutely hooked. We talk about that for quite awhile. And I slowly move closer. I start using more and more kino with her, arm touching and so on, seeing what happens.&lt;br /&gt;She actually asks for more games...so I run my SS routine on her. She eats it up, then she asks for MORE! I told her "I don't think you are ready for my other games"...which i could tell she was a little pissy...but I CONTROL THE FRAME! Sadly, in retrospect I should have dropped the blammo on her...but the date was going so well, for some stupid AFC reason I did not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, we start talking some more, and she asks where I learned these games and such. Haha, I explain that I like to study women, and learn about them. So this leads into the Evolution kiss...&lt;br /&gt;I lean in and start massaging her neck, then I lean in and sniff her a few times...SHE FREEZES...I MEAN SHE FROZE UP. I feel her gasp and just freeze up. I kinda giggle, and I tell her she smells so good. She leans in and now smells my neck for my cologne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lean back in and sniff her some more...this is kinda hot &amp;amp; fun. Next, keep talking and I gently grab the back of her hair, and pull on it a bit. She REALLY freezes up now...next I trace my hands along her face, and slowly turn her head towards mine. She is frozen like a statute, her eyes were glossed over, I continue to talk...then I just slowly lean in and kiss her. She immidiately grabs me, and kisses me back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We kiss for a bit, then I break it off, and we chat. We kiss for a bit more, then we stop, we are holding each other as we chat. So now...its about 10ish, and I mention we should probably get going. Now when we get up, she is holding my hand, and of course...squeezing it back.&lt;br /&gt;Before she gets in her Jeep, I give her a mighty slap on her ass...which she giggles at...girls...they all love ass violence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the ride back, we continue to really chat it up. Just as we get to home depot, I say to her "so whats going on" gentleman does'nt invite himself to a ladies pad, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says, "well, i don't know if you were going out tonight, but if you'd like, we can get a movie and hangout at my pad." I, of course, do the whole...look at the watch, and reluntanctly agree taht we could wathc a movie.&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: SHOULD HAVE USED DYD TIME CONSTRAINT/SEX DISQUALIFIER! TELL HER "WELL I HAVE TO GET UP EARLY, BUT I SUPPOSE WE COULD HANGOUT FOR A BIT" OR "OK, WE CAN WATCH A MOVIE, BUT LETS NOT THE MAKING OUT GO TOO FAR"&lt;br /&gt;PREEMPTIVELY STRIKE HER LMR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She drops me off, and I follow her to blockbuster, and she is constantly rubbing on me, and we are really clicking. Unfortunately, the movie selection blew as everything was out. So like a dumbass, I choose Saw II...which she also wanted to see. STUPID PICK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow her to her pad, and we go in. She has to make a phone call, which was odd as she made it in her bedroom with the door shut for like 5 minutes. I dont know who it was as I didn't ask, but it makes me curious. Especially as she coudl have made it on the car ride to her pad. Whatever, she's with me now, right? Anyways, in her living room, I pick the love seat over this enourmous recliner to sit on...expecting her to share&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gets us some wine. For the first 30 minutes of the flick, we sat in seperate chairs...she picked the massive recliner (it had one of those massive footstools so you can pretty much lay down in it). She was leaning her feet toward me, and glancing at me...she wants to cuddle but can't suggest it, right! Then I suggest she rub my shoulders because of my lifting...she hops all over the idea (unlike HBwis...bitch!). She rubs my back of bit, as I lean back on her in the recliner. Then we cuddle on her couch. UNfortunately the movie really killed the makeout mood. Nothing like people getting burned alive and hacked into pieces to get a girl hot &amp; bothered, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the movie is over, and I get up to use her bathroom. She says to me that its way past her bedtime. So i'm in the bathroom thinking my game. DARIUS BE PUA! My plan was to go out, check her body language, tell her I am busy tomorrow morning, ask about her morning, kiss her, and use a disqualifier...then suggest a cuddle adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I stroll out of the bathroom as a PUA. However, HBamazon, is sitting perched up on her staircase all closed off. As I walk near her, I comment on her perched position, and I lean in for a kiss. Which she doesn't really reciprocate too much...ok...behind her I see that her bedroom light had been turned on and the door wide open...hmmm very inviting, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I continue to talk, and mention how busy I am the next day...and I notive her glancing at my shoes...I kinda dance around them. I ask about her morning...she tells me "its wide open, I don't have anything to do until the afternoon"&lt;br /&gt;STOP?!?    Wtf?   I am confused, because her body langauge says "leave" but her words and actions say "stay"...so I grab for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I suppose I should be on my way...unless you are into a snuggling session?" she laughs, and says "i don't think so" DAMN! it was worht a shot. Shoes on...and I am leaving her pad now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She escorts me outside, and we continue to kino it up. I tell her I had a good time, and ask how what she thought...she says she had a great time too, and we should definitely do it again some time. She tells me to call her sometime, and I tell her "well, you were a good hostess, and you are cute, so I suppose thats worth at least one phone call right?" then I grab her, and kiss her goodbye. She kisses me back, and smiles at me...watching me leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great date...no fclose, but I had a great time. She really is a lot of fun to hang around. She is not an easy girl, which is kinda hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROS:   Initiated kino early, and led to a kiss(es).&lt;br /&gt;                 Used many of the tactics I have learned effectively&lt;br /&gt;              Darius Method was used throughout, my own blend of C&amp;amp;F combined with wittyness.&lt;br /&gt;                 Really got to know her, and what she was like.&lt;br /&gt;              Dug myself out of a hole, and continued to play solid game.&lt;br /&gt;                 Maintained frame control, for the most part.&lt;br /&gt;              She initiated the time bridge for us to hangout again.&lt;br /&gt;                 Invited to her pad...on my terms.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;CONS:    WRONG NAME?  Seriously!  Dumbass! I did decide to nickname her "dimples" so that                 wont happen again.&lt;br /&gt;               SAW II?   Dumbass pick!   Note:  Prescreen movies next time!&lt;br /&gt;Used the blammo pattern or incredible connection pattern. I have studied them, might as well try them out more.&lt;br /&gt;                   Perhaps been more aggressive with kino/kissing.&lt;br /&gt;                             &lt;br /&gt;Overall: I think this was also around a B+ grade. We really connected, and I hit at time bridge. I made some AFC level fuckups, but I was able to work around them. I have now accumulated about 6.5 hours of rapport with her, with 6 venues total. I feel very comfortable with her, and she does with me...next time the kino will escalate! Especially after trying out that post Charlie suggested with the hot/cold kissing technique. I used a little of that with the UG the night before and she melted like butter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I'm driving back from the date at around 12ish, I turn my cell phone back on. I have a call...and 2 textmails from HBDDs...she is at a bar and wants to hangout!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So naturally, I call my buddies back in town and find out what they are doing. They are wandering around trying to find a fun bar to hang at. I mention the place HBDDs is at, and they decide to go and meet me there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am driving away from HBamazon's place, and already setting up a makeout session with HBDDs...but that is another story...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18970662-114521220112538378?l=darius451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/feeds/114521220112538378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18970662&amp;postID=114521220112538378' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/114521220112538378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/114521220112538378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/2006/04/no-cockblock-weekend-of-fun-part-ii.html' title=''/><author><name>darius451</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11567161861016714796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.iweb.cz/~vecer/fotky/bond/sean09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18970662.post-114520767332001223</id><published>2006-04-16T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T10:14:33.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The No Cockblock Weekend of Fun:  Part I:  Married Woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its amazing what a future PUA can do without AFCs cockblocking him.   In last week's post I predicted that this PUA was going to blow open...and it certainly did this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday night out, I am head out to a school function at a local bar.  These were 100% classmates, and I was having a good time chilling with them.   Unfortunately, there is an UG (well, she's probably a 5), that had her target set on me.   There was a Bredhead there that I have class with.  She is cute, however her UG friend (different UG) really has a thing for me.   My friend was working on Bredhead for me...and we'd see how that went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bflorida, BTW (see January posts--first girl I used SS successfully on) was there and throwing herself at me.   Now she is back with her ex...I wanted to try some different waters that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played some flip cup, and I drank like a fish.   We had free beer until 11pm, so I had to get my fill.   So by the time 11 rolls around, I was pretty tipsy.    The bar is opened to the public, and several hunnies show up.   While I am standing at the bar, this HBbrunnette shows up next to me.   I turn to her, with a smile, and she smiles at me.   I immidiately open her with Jealous BF...she really takes.   During this, I found out that she is married, AND her husband is off overseas in the Air Force.   Ok, my sense of morals kicks in her.   There is no way I will ever fuck a woman whose husband is overseas...too much guilt there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she is real chatty, and I continue to talk to her.  She gets her beer, and continues to chat me up.   No routines, just flirting.   Then, she asks me if I want a shot.   Of course, I accept...I JUST GOT A MARRIED WOMAN TO BUY ME A SHOT!  We pound some Jagerbombs.   She now takes me back over to meet her friends, and introduces me to all of them.  They of course, are giving me evil eyes, because she is married...but I slowly start winning them over.   There was a very cute HB in the set, that I was going to target next...THEN the first UG's roommate comes over grabs me, and takes me dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I dance a bit, but I was pretty drunk.   My memory is foggy, but I remember we went to a beer garden, and I was talking to several girls that I already knew.   Then I remember bumping into Joe and his friend (the local student of the game).   Don't remember what happened too much, but I do know that UG drove me back to my pad, and stayed the night.  I remember kissing with her a bit on my couch, and she left like 8ish.   No sex or anything (thank god! I have class with her!), but the best thing is she made me swear not to tell anyone...haha.  So I can remain discreet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18970662-114520767332001223?l=darius451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/feeds/114520767332001223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18970662&amp;postID=114520767332001223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/114520767332001223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/114520767332001223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/2006/04/no-cockblock-weekend-of-fun-part-i.html' title=''/><author><name>darius451</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11567161861016714796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.iweb.cz/~vecer/fotky/bond/sean09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18970662.post-114485658136644239</id><published>2006-04-12T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T08:43:01.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Date w/Bamazon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;here recently was a B that I gamed on facebook.   I think I started on her maybe a month ago, right before spring break.   I lost interest due to spring break coming around, but a few days ago, I started emailing her.   Using some C&amp;F, I was able to procure her to meet me at the rec for a game of racketball...and her number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So off to the rec I go, I workout a bit before, then I go  and meet her in the lobby.   First off, she was very tall!   At least 5"11.  Blonde, tan, pretty smile, &amp; curvy body.  Very Xena like.   I approach and maintain C&amp;F attitude, and we go play for a bit.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quickly I see that she is less interested in playing than, getting to know me.   almost immidiately, she starts asking me lots of questions...which I used C&amp;F throughout.   The best is that she asked me why all of my facebook pics, I'm with girls...and that she was curious if I was a "player".   I tell her of course I am, and I also have tatooes and drive a Harley.   She has a witty, smartass attitude, which I really digged.   After about 25 minutes of racketball, and at least I was working up a sweat...she asks if we can go talk somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go back into the main lobby, and I suggest we go to Diary Queen...she immidiately jumps on the idea.   As we leave the rec, I tell her that we should take her Jeep...and she agrees.   Make this comfortable for her, right?   When we get there, I use more C&amp;F to find out what she wants...then while standing at the order window...I take a step back and look her up and down for a few seconds...then I say "well, I suppose you're worth $2--but don't get used to it!".    She kinda smiles, and says she could pay...then I tell her no, becuase this way I can guilt trip her later. haha.   I also buy her a size larger sundae than she asked for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go nearby and sit, and start chatting away.   I didn't use any SS routines, or really and Juggler, but I continued to use C&amp;F and work on kino.    Reading her body language, I mimicked hers the best I could, and then tried to slowly work closer to her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first kino, was I grabbed her arm and told her how big her "guns" were, and we should arm wrestle sometime.   She then grabbed mine back, laughing.   As we talk, I notice her laughing at pretty much anything I said, and I could tell she was validating herself to me with her stories, and DHVing like crazy.    At one point she kinda slapped my thigh after a joke I made, then I in return started touching hers...something I wouldn't have done as an AFC.   I notice her smile when I touch her leg...but I couldn't believe it because we were just talking for a such a short time.   She trys to ask questions about me, and I keep them vague, and loop the convo back to her.   I'll say she talked maybe 75% of the time due to this.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was afraid the convo was not going seductive enough, so I start asking her about her dimples.   She smiles at me, and I trace them with my fingers...which really makes her smile...looking back on it, I should have went in for a kiss OR at least use a false kiss takeaway (I want to kiss you....but not right now).   I think I was still in shock that everything was proceeding so smoothly.   Its amazing what can work without my buddies cockblocking me (SEE PREVIOUS POST).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about 25 minutes, I suggest she take me back, which she relunctantly agrees.   I could tell she was really enjoying hanging out, and was dissappointed.   But I control the frame, so we leave.   As we are walking, she starts a highwire walk across this little berm on the sidewalk...and I lightly push her off.    She laughs, and immidiately  steps back on the sidewalk.&lt;br /&gt;NOTE:  SHOULD HAVE REACHED FOR HER HAND!  Push her away...then reel her back!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get in her Jeep, and she drives me back.   I mention hanging out this weekend, and she immidiately jumps on the idea.   She pulls up to my car....then I notice her unlock her seatbelt when I turn to say goodbye.   I wasn't for sure if she was ready for a kiss (she totally was), because we didn't really have that much kino yet.   As mystery says, if you have not hugged or held hands with a girl, she probably won't be ready for a kiss.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I start off with a handshake, and could see her lean in.    As I rock away, I tell her..."I'll give you a hug too....but don't feel bad, I because I don't kiss girls I barely know...unless I'm drunk" with a smile.   I give her a hug, and see her with a HUGE grin on her face...she totally wanted a kiss!   When I get out, she tells me "you have my number....so...." and I interrupt "yeah I know...and if you keep your fingers crossed, maybe I'll use it sometime" with a wink.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk away feeling pretty good.   This morning, she already emailed me telling me how much fun she has, and how she looks forward to hanging out again sometime...not bad darius!   Anyways, I killed off about 1.5 hours...so according to Mystery (which I will strictly adhere to) only 5.5 hours to go before I get to climb that beautiful tan frame.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROS:    I initiated kino, and kept the convo in a seductive &amp; fun manner. &lt;br /&gt;                The convo topics I had pre thought of was an excellent idea, it kept the convo really                     flowing.&lt;br /&gt;                I maintained control of the "date" and the interaction, and always had a running                             gameplan.&lt;br /&gt;                   Set up another date&lt;br /&gt;                    The predate planning paid off.&lt;br /&gt;                    Vagueness &amp; C&amp;amp;F in my answers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONS:    Should have been more aggressive with kino &amp; follow my instincts...she wanted to be                     kissed!&lt;br /&gt;                Perhaps used some SS to really bind our connection and make her even more attracted                 to me&lt;br /&gt;                Failed to really use Bait-Hook-Reel-Release, or give her compliance tests.   I need to                     focus on this more, and really memorize this process.  &lt;br /&gt;                Failed to really recognize her DHVs during the convo, I only noticed them after the                     date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall...I grade myself at about a B+.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18970662-114485658136644239?l=darius451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/feeds/114485658136644239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18970662&amp;postID=114485658136644239' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/114485658136644239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/114485658136644239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/2006/04/date-wbamazon-there-recently-was-b.html' title=''/><author><name>darius451</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11567161861016714796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.iweb.cz/~vecer/fotky/bond/sean09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18970662.post-114472645167943092</id><published>2006-04-10T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T20:34:11.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Giving a Woman IOIs:  Being Vague&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was studying Mystery Method today, and I hit a jackpot in my previous thinking on communicating attraction towards a target.   As males, we like/and are used to applying logic to every situation.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ex.   "Why did you hit the wall and throw that book across the room?" &lt;br /&gt;Male:  would likely answer, "because the Yankees won"&lt;br /&gt;Female:  answer would be more like "because I am upset/angry/etc"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Females tend to focus on the emotional response, without evening searching for a logical reason as to why they acted in a certain way.   As males, we are used to explaining our actions in a logical way..aka "i like you because you are pretty and fun to be around."&lt;br /&gt;A woman says "i like you because you make me feel happy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Mystery suggests, during A3 or even C1, make ALL of your comments about the two of you or her very vague and emotionally anchored.   In a sense, give her the same type of compliment a woman gives you...aka "I am attracted to you, but I just don't know why"   "I just feel a real connection to you, and I have no ideawhy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These comments don't feel natural to us, not even for me typing them out right now.   But these are the comments that a woman soaks up.   It gives them something to really think on.  In the phrase "I like you because you are smart, funny, and successful"  the key phrase is "I like you"...not the reasons why.   This goes back to my SS studies here.  Unless the girl has portrayed or indicated that she WANTS a guy to like her because she is "smart, funny, and successful", you are not gaining any ground by giving her logic behind your interest.   Leave it vague for her, so she can think about what qualities make you are interested in her.   The important thing is that you let her know you are interested [IOI], but don't miss an opportunity to also create more intrigue and rapport.   Besides...these comments can be laced with SS...something I think I will work on soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T LOGIC A GIRL TO DEATH ABOUT ANYTHING!   ALWAYS TRY TO KEEP THINGS ON THE VAGUE OR MYSTERIOUS...GIVE HER A PUZZLE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18970662-114472645167943092?l=darius451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/feeds/114472645167943092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18970662&amp;postID=114472645167943092' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/114472645167943092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/114472645167943092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/2006/04/giving-woman-iois-being-vague-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>darius451</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11567161861016714796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.iweb.cz/~vecer/fotky/bond/sean09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18970662.post-114460089029362347</id><published>2006-04-09T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T09:41:33.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The 2 Hour Long Cockblock &amp; Perhaps the Final Chapter With HBwis:  Charlie was right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So saturday night, I go to my buddies place, and I notice this very cute busomy girl hanging out with the usual team of sausage.   Call her HBDDs.   She is sitting in a corner by an UG that occasionally hangs with us, and there was an empty chair next to them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enter the place, and ignore her completely.  My buds there give me social value, and cheering at me and such.   About 15 minutes into the night (its about 11:20 now), not one of my AFCs friends had chose to sit next to HBDDs, so step up to the plate.   Now I open the UG, and continue to ignore HBDDs.   She leans in, and I can tell she is getting attracted.   She leans in to tell us (me and the UG) about her major [fashion] and what she does.   I use this to start isolating her.   I fluff talk her with C&amp;F peppered throughout, asking about clothing and styles and so forth.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is a real self-centered girl, and likes the convo to be about her and her only.   She continues to talk and talk about herself, which was a turnoff...but she has great boobs, so I continue to game her.   I use the cologne opener, and which opens lots of convos.  I get her laughing, and we really have a lot in common...which is rare I might add.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is about 20 minutes into it, and now my friends I guess decide to start cockblocking me, one by one.   The first clown, comes over, and starts to open HBDDs, but I quickly blow him out but ridiculing him.   He was asking her to wear this stupid hat he had one, and was showing off, trying to steal the attention.   He leaves for like 5 minutes then returns, telling her that she should play XBox360 with him.   I blow him out of that also.   Shortly after, the superAFC, the fuck the blew me out with the hooters waittresses on spring break, now steps up to the plate.   I blow him out too, but these fucks were relentless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What pisses me off here, is that until I sat over by her, and opened her, no one in the room had the balls to say anything to her.   If I hadn't sat down by her, then she probably would have spent the night in the corner silently drinking with her friend.   But now that I get her opened, and talking, and laughing now every AFC in the room thinks they can use me as a pivot to her.  No respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, HBDDs didn't want to go to the bar because she had to get up early, but after talking with her so much, and REALLY getting some great rapport, she decides to go out.  We go out to my car, as I was driving, and her UG friend gives HBDDs the wink, and DDs hops in my front seat with me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get to the bar, and as HBDDs is only 20,   I decide to get the group that rode with me shots...including one for her.  I get us to sit down in the corner, and HBDDs sits by me.   I continue to work my game, but Team AFC shows up again.   Now these guys are my usual buds, but they were fucking AFC cockblockers that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;superAFC starts talking to HBDDs about vacuum cleaners or something stupid, then another AFC steps up to talk to HBDDs.   I grab her, and tell her to go dancing...hoping that the AFCs would back off...haha, i'm not that lucky.    So we go out to go dancing, and the AFCs surround her.  I grab her and start grinding on her, but the AFCs continue to grind on her too.   I was behind, then come up to her front, if I was in front, they would grind on her back.   It was fucking pathetic.   So I start talking to her, and she starts telling me about her ambitions, and such on the dance floor, I tell her the dance floor is no place for such talk, so I offer my arm, and she grabs it.  We walk over to the bar again, and start talking.   Now I try using my SS, HOWEVER, the AFCs continue, in turn, to walk up and just interrupt...destroying me routine.  I lost her several times, then just gave up.   Two of the fuckers, in turn, came up and just stood about 3 feet away staring at me and her with a stupid grin.   We both ignored them, and they eventually laughed and walked away.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually her friend came back, and the rest of team AFC once again made a circle around her.   There was like 6 AFC after her.   So I grab her, and beeline for the dance floor again.   ONCE AGAIN, the AFCs follow.   This time, I mean to really mark my territory, so I really start grinding on her.  Rubbing my hands all over her hot body, kissing her shoulder.   She eventually started putting her hair up, so I could kiss her neck.   She was really into it.   We both work up a sweat really dancing out there.   So once we stop, and talk a bit more, now touching each other as we lean into eachother.  But wait!  Team AFC sees the fun, and decides its their turn.   Just as I ask her if she needs some water, as I was getting some, another AFC comes up to her and tries to open her.   I walk off, and as I do, I see my backstabbing buddies all vying for her.   I get water, and slowly work my way back.   She is still sweating, and has the AFCs on her, so I take some ice, and rub it on the back of her neck...which she enjoys.   This scares off the AFCs for a moment...but their reinforcements came in.   SERIOUSLY, it was like a batting order or something.  I don't know if the guys had a pep talk  prebar or what.  But as I blew one out, the next was ready step back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course the obvious problem is that this is DESTROYING my image to her.   I mean, at this point, I feel pissed off...aka is hard to maintiain a fun attitude when you are really pissed off.  AND I appear to her as needy as the other fucks.   What was the perfect pickup/night earlier, turned into disaster by my own friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the night goes on, I can't leave her without the other clowns clamoring all over her.   I knew if I just backed off, these fucks would stay on her, until she threw them off.   The best was that as they approached her, she continued to lean in towards me, as she tried to back away.   She had no interest in any of these fucks, but she tolerated them because of me.   Hell, those fucks were blantly staring at her DDs while they talked to her.  I mean, they were so fucking stupid and obvious.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late in the night, she mentions she is going to summer school, so I mention to her that we should hangout, if she will be down here too.   She kinda says "sure", but not in a happy tone...so I didn't even bother with her number.   We leave the bar at close, and I offer her my arm, which she turns down.   She sits in the front, but is kinda guarded and leaning away.   We make a stop at the UGs, which HBDDs gets out to get her purse or something, and one of my friends starts yelling at me to get her number...with the window down.   So she heard his AFC rambling about her.   When I drop her off with the fucks in the back seat, I just pound knuckles with her, and she leaves.   I was so fucking pissed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get back to my place, and Team AFC is waiting outside, to see HBDDs.  One AFC calls me a dumbass for not making her come to the after party.   ACtually, I am so glad she didn't.  That would have been worse, having to fight off AFCs until 5 am.   I had been blown out, but I had made damn sure none of those fucks were going to get her either.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, as I write this, I am still a little pissed off.  I worked so hard to get this new HB to open up, and my own friends fucked me over.   I guess they are not that good of friends, or just socially stupid.   I really wanted to deck a few of them that night.   A blind drunk could have saw that we were attracted to each other, but these fucks saw a hot girl that talks to them, and couldn't resist the urge to grope her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize now, that I am better off sarging alone, than with my friends.   They have been a thorn in my PUA side for too long.   I have made a vow to blow ANY of them out, next time I see them talking to a girl for longer than a minute.   I mean, REALLY blow them out.   If I am hanging out with them, my odds of getting a girl are decreased anyways, so I guess its worth the risk to let them feel the  bitterness of a buddies cockblock.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now with HBwis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlies, you were totally right man.   Against your advice, I called HBwis this week with a message laced with SS about hanging out again.   She never called, nor Imed me.   I didn't talk to her all week, and figured something was up.    Last night, I learned that she went on a date with the AFC that she brought over last week.   I don't know the details, but she lied to me.   She told me she had absolutely no interest in that AFC, and even made fun of him.   But now I see she was just lying to me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now torn whether I should call her and bitch at her for lying to me, or whether I should just ignore her completely.   Opinions charlie?    I promise I"ll follow your advice on this matter. haha.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lure of HBwis's body gave me temp one-itis, but this new evidence has shattered that.   Now new goals here, I am still in shock over the longest cockblock in recorded history.   Haha, and I thought approaching HBs would be the hard part to becoming a PUA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18970662-114460089029362347?l=darius451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/feeds/114460089029362347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18970662&amp;postID=114460089029362347' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/114460089029362347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/114460089029362347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/2006/04/2-hour-long-cockblock-perhaps-final.html' title=''/><author><name>darius451</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11567161861016714796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.iweb.cz/~vecer/fotky/bond/sean09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18970662.post-114459821164874502</id><published>2006-04-09T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T08:56:52.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First Time Winging &amp; Beer Garden Times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out three times this week.   I first went out on Weds to a pub w/a beer garden, as the weather was pretty nice.   Me and a few of my friends headed out.   I saw a few friends there, and I also saw some HBs.   My spidey sense noticed a B hovering around one of my friends, and he explained that he hit on her at a party once, but she blew him out.   Now, I guess she was interestd in him.   I noticed she had a very cute friend, HBwaittress, who also works with another one of my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were sitting down and the two girls came around, they had an AFC kinda hanging with them.   The AFC and HBwaittress sat down at the table next to us.   At this point, I begin my routine.   As the tables were practically connected, I leaned over and I first open the AFC and get him talking about the bar, and where he is from, etc.   The HB was sitting on the same side as me, with the AFC on the opposite side.  So when I lean over, I completely block out the HB, as I talk to the AFC.   Luckily, one of my AFC friends, starts talking to the guy.   At this point, I kinda look over my shoulder at the HB, and open her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just start talking with my shoulder to her, and she eventually stands up, and walks over, and stands near me, now in front of me.   I kinda turn my shoulder, again, so that she is still talking at an angle to me.   MISTAKE!   At this point, I had already "hooked" her, so I needed to be displaying a sign of interest, as she was already leaning in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, so I run my cologne opener, and she starts qualifing herself by telling me stories about how she mixes cologne, and more stories about herself.   I continue the fluff talk with C&amp;F peppered throughout.  HOWEVER, I failed to ask about those qualities that relate to her feelings...aka...she explained to me how she was a waittress, but I didn't ask her how she "felt" doing waittressing, and what she really wants to do with her life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after about 5-7 minutes, she tells me she has to go to the bathroom and leaves.   Meanwhile, this "natural" comes around near us, and sits in the HB's old seat.  This guy was peacocked with these giant pink sunglasses, and was a total attention whore.  He was standing on the HBs chair yelling, and singing.  Making a show.  He starts interrupting and shaking the hand of everyperson nearby.   Oddly, when he came around to me, I had my back to him.   He poked my back, and shoved his hand in my face introducing himself.   I slowly turn around, and ask who the hell he was with a scowl...just to see his reaction.   He then becomes all "oh sorry man, my name is dumbass, whats yours"  then he grabs my hand to shake it, I turned my back to him without saying anything.    He then just moved down the line.   NOTE:  I need to read more on AMOGing, as this has become a thorn in my game.   The AMOG then moved around, and saw him open several other girls...his line was "hey, how are you doing, my name is dumbass"  But because of his loudness, and that he opened everyone nearby, guy/girls, it worked flawlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the HB comes back, and the natural starts working on her, I figured, I could at least observe.  He games her for a second, but the clown was so drunk I think he kinda turned her off, as he was stumbling around.   Meanwhile, these two new HBs come next to our table and start dancing.   I get great eye contact with one, and they are dancing all crazy and excited.   I wasn't in a dance mood, so I didn't want to dance, but at the same time I knew I couldn't open her without the same energy level as her.  She danced next to me all crazy, then left...then it hit me!&lt;br /&gt;  The power puff girl line!!!.  A high energy neg like that, would have worked great, and defintely gotten me in.  &lt;br /&gt;NOTE:   Try calibrate these openers with different energy levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, I open her friend, the B.   We chat for a bit, and I use the dimple neg on her.  By that time the place was target empty.   As for HBwaittress, I had excellent rapport with her, but I still failed to close.   Getting numbers is my definite sticking point, because I dont think I am being aggressive enough.   I continue to see my entire rountine in my head, and that I haven't gotten enough rapport to attack for it.  I need to just start asking for numbers in these sets, and see what happens.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part II:  Mall Sarging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The local future PUA and I hit the mall on Saturday afternoon for my first ever winging adventure.   I don't have a "PUA" name for him, so I'll call him Joe.   Joe has been involved in the community for about the same time as I, so we are probably at the same level.   From what I can tell, he is also a student of the game, and really studies this material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we hit the local mall, hoping to just have something happen.   We get in, and notice the place is pretty much target empty.   The few HBs there had their mothers with them.  &lt;br /&gt;We spent the time pretty much, walking around, going from store to store, and eventually just try to work the hot girls working.   The funny thing is that, EVER other time I went to these mall stores, the hot girls open you ALL the time...asking if they can help you.   HOWEVER, this time, NOT A DAMNED ONE OF THEM DID!   Seriously, we went to every clothing store in that place, and not a damned one came over to either of us, and opened us.   It was kinda dissappointing.&lt;br /&gt;At the hollister store, we both opened some of the girls, and Joe had talked with one for a few minutes, but nothing happened further.   We left the store an hour later, but it was worth the effort.   We at least go to swap stories, and make plans to head out to the clubs next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I definitely look forward to sarging more now that I have a wing, its been harder than hell to do so far, as within my social circle, I am looked to as the natural.   As you will see in my next post...my social circle can actually pull me down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18970662-114459821164874502?l=darius451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/feeds/114459821164874502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18970662&amp;postID=114459821164874502' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/114459821164874502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/114459821164874502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/2006/04/first-time-winging-beer-garden-times-i.html' title=''/><author><name>darius451</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11567161861016714796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.iweb.cz/~vecer/fotky/bond/sean09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18970662.post-114403915457986723</id><published>2006-04-02T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T21:39:14.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Too Drunk This Weekend:  Alcohol is the Bane of PU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night out, started off well, except that one of my buds got a big promotion, so we had to take him out.   I kinda made it my mission to get him wasted, but I also got wasted in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was sad, cause out at the pub we were at there was a large amount of HBs.   My memory starts to fade, but I remember opening several sets, and was getting to at least A2, but I was so drunk I kinda just lost interest and tailed off.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could barely stand, but somehow I was working these sets.   The catch is my memory is swisscheesed, so I can't remember really anything in detail.   But I made several new friends, including a waittress there.   Gotta work the gatekeepers, or at least open them.   They can be good pratice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next night, school event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was still hungover from Friday.   I think I was probably operating at about 85%, but when I got there, I definitely did not have the energy level I had last night.   Energy level is huge, the sets can smell your energy level, and having the positive, fun, happy vibe is critical to your success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pressed on, and started drinking.   B7 was there, along with HBindia.   HBwis was also there, but that was covered in the previous post.  Lots of HBs all over.   As the night goes on, I say hi to HBindia, but kept it short until I started feeling the right energy...or at least when the hangover goes away.   I was really working alot of girls that night though, making alot of friends.   I was getting some great looks though, and felt the proximity alert going off a few times.   I will deem this from now on my "spidy sense".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its fun now to move from set to set, opening girls.  Its almost like you are floating once you get the right energy.   Anyways, towards the end of the night, I see this girl I went to high school with hanging out, which was shocking because I live so far from home.   I start talking to her, and she is really into me.  She was visiting some friends for the weekend, and leaving the next day to go back home.   She was also pretty drunk.   I'll call her Bhighschool.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bhighschool buys me SEVERAL shots, seriously, I think at least 4 before I bought her one.  So she really starts getting drunk.   I get her dancing, and we are grinding well.  She was a dancer in high school ;).    Bhighschool then confess to me that she had this huge crush on me in high school, and I tell her the same.   SHe is being really touchy feely, and I think I moved in for a kiss or two.   Like I said, the shots started kicking in about this time.   I do know, that when she put lip gloss on, I had her kiss my cheek a few times, so I had it on me.  NOTE:  Guys, you should try this, the lipstick on the neck or cheek is a great DHV.   As the night nears a close, I am really working good with her.   She then decides to give me her number, so we can chat (haha, right) and hangout after teh bar closes.    I'm getting pumped, cause I can feel the fclose coming my way.   So about 40 minutes before close, she leaves to go to the bathroom.    She is in there for like 15 minutes...why?  Because she is  puking!   Damn girl did too many shots!    So she is sick now, and I watch my fclose burning up in smoke.   About 10 minutes later, her and her friends leave because she is too drunk to stand.   DAMN!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the drawing board.  Now I'm searching the bar again for the stragglers.   I have like 25 minutes left, and I was still on an emotional high.   I look around, and I see HBindia just leaving...damn!   The bar was really thinning out.   All of the targets I had worked earlier were gone...except for B7.   She was sitting with a cute friend at the bar, and a guy.   I came in and quickly opened the set.  However, as I am disarming the friend, I notice she is throwing me signals like crazy.   We chat for a bit, and convince them to come to afterhours.   Its me and two other guys left that I know, but we were going to have something.  I needed to get B7 and her friend back at our place to work them.   Now I could have probably #closed B7s friend, but I was still on the fence whether I should just run with B7 that night or not.  ONCE AGAIN I FORGOT MY ABCS!!!   I AM THINKING TOO MUCH INTO THIS, JUST #CLOSE THEM DAMNIT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the bar closes, and B7 is riding with me, and my buds.   Her cute friend split off with another group that was SUPPOSED to go to the afterparty, but they were too drunk to make it there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B7 is being flirty with me in the car, and she was completely wasted.  As soon as she got out of the car, she pissed in the grass in front on the apartment.  Yes,  very hot,  I know.   We get inside, and she immidiately starts  talking of going home.   She calls one of her friends to come get her, and leaves a message.   So I offer my services to drive  and we leave.  I make sure to drive very slowly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now I'm think this is it, I'm going to at least spend the night.   We are chatting a bit during the ride, and I'm JUST READY to start working some good lines on this drunk girl.   When the AFC she called for a ride calls back.   Somehow she starts asking him to stop over and bring some pizza.   She doesn't extend the offer to me to stay while we are in the car.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm rolling my eyes, and swearing under my breath during this exchange.  Gripping that steering wheel so hard!    FUCK!    After she hangs up, I start giving her crap about this guy thats is coming over, just as we are pulling up to her apartment.   She jokes around, and when I pull up to her place, she opens the door, and leans over for a hug--then she kisses me!  I kiss her back, but she had already rocked her body to get out of the car.   I didn't have time to really get my hands on her neck or anything, before she rocked away.   I ask about the guy coming over, and she makes it clear that she won't makeout with him, but she just likes to tease him.  Poor AFC!    What the hell I was supposed to do at this point, I have no idea.  Suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I let her leave, confused as hell.   Normally when a girl invites a guy over at 3am its a booty call, but I guess this was the one exception.   Her kiss surprised the hell out of me.   Whatever, B7 is still on the "to do" list.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goal:   Befriend the gatekeepers!  &lt;br /&gt;               Strategize for B7 &amp; HBindia&lt;br /&gt;                STAY SOBER WHEN SARGING!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18970662-114403915457986723?l=darius451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/feeds/114403915457986723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18970662&amp;postID=114403915457986723' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/114403915457986723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/114403915457986723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/2006/04/too-drunk-this-weekend-alcohol-is-bane.html' title=''/><author><name>darius451</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11567161861016714796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.iweb.cz/~vecer/fotky/bond/sean09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18970662.post-114402368830939067</id><published>2006-04-02T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T17:21:28.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IM convo I saved w/HBwis &amp; Our Contact Over the Weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Friday evening around 8ish.  Her family was coming into town on Saturday, and she wanted to know about getting tickets to this show for our program.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span  lang="0" style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;HBwis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span back="#ffffff"  style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; do u know anyone on school reps that i could get  show tickets ommorrow&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span  lang="0" style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;HBwis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; just one&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span  lang="0" style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;HBwis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; because my other sister decided to come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;darius&lt;!-- (7:28:15 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; hmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;darius&lt;!-- (7:28:15 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;well you can buy them at the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;darius&lt;!-- (7:28:15 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i know the school reps reps but I don't they have  access to the tickets right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;darius&lt;!-- (7:28:15 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;they leave them in the organization room&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span  lang="0" style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;HBwis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; ok i will get them tommorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;darius&lt;!-- (7:28:15 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;darius&lt;!-- (7:28:15 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;oh yeah, after you dropped me off. the place contacted me for a second  interview next week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;darius&lt;!-- (7:28:15 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so i finally made it past the first round&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span  lang="0" style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;HBwis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;darius&lt;!-- (7:28:15 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;AND playing poker today, i made $100  in 20 minutes&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span  lang="0" style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;HBwis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; good job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;darius&lt;!-- (7:28:15 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;thats right, i am smooth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;darius&lt;!-- (7:28:15 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;you're staying in tonight, right?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span  lang="0" style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;HBwis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; probably&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;darius&lt;!-- (7:28:15 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;if you were to go out, where would it be?    my gf is in town, i want to make sure we don't bump into  each other&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span  lang="0" style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;HBwis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; i have not really thought about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;darius&lt;!-- (7:28:15 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ok, well to avoid any awkward moments  then.  i'll let you know where we go, k?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span  lang="0" style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;HBwis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; shut up&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span  lang="0" style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;HBwis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;date who you want we are not together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span  lang="0" style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;HBwis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;darius&lt;!-- (7:28:15 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;darius&lt;!-- (7:28:15 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i'm saving this convo for future evidence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span  lang="0" style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;HBwis logs off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Ok, I added italics to the important line here.   This smells like a test to me, almost like she is daring me to date other people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday night, I didn't see her out or talk to her...more on what I did there later.   &lt;br /&gt;Saturday afternoon she called me for directions to a place to take her family, and to make sure I was going to the show on Saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the show, I noticed her family sitting off to the side, kinda isolated.   As she didn't call me or anything since, then I didnt' make any effort to go over and say hi.   Later, I saw her wandering around with her sister, so I grabbed her and said hi.    She seemed very reserved, and didn't hug me or anything...keeping about a 3 foot distance between us.   She introduced me to her sister, and talked to me for maybe 1 minute tops.   She said she was sitting over there, pointed and walked off.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't go over to where her family was, mainly because of how awkward she acted when I said hi.  If she wanted me to meet her family, she could have made it more clear thats what she wanted.   I didn't talk to her the rest of the night, and by around 1130 I saw that her family and her was gone.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hbwis is an odd one.    Again, no relationship material, but I definitely need to fclose this one.   I'm already planning my strategy for this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weekend was fucking crazy and unexpected.   I'll blog more later, but damn...things got out of hand.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 GOAL:   Go sarging with a wingman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18970662-114402368830939067?l=darius451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/feeds/114402368830939067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18970662&amp;postID=114402368830939067' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/114402368830939067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/114402368830939067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-convo-i-saved-whbwis-our-contact.html' title=''/><author><name>darius451</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11567161861016714796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.iweb.cz/~vecer/fotky/bond/sean09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18970662.post-114384649966987427</id><published>2006-03-31T14:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T15:08:19.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Battle with HBwis:  Part Deux&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The IM Affair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my week went on w/o HBwis.   In our lounge I found HBindia sitting my herself.  I moved in as I had planned.  Just as I started talking to her, I see HBwis walking around.  This upset my game, as this was the first time I had saw her since the Friday night incident.  HBindia had to go to class, but she did ask if I was going to a school event this weekend...which I was.  So I'll be looking her up then.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for HBwis, on Wedsneday she IMed me late at night.    Just asking about my weekend, and keeping it to fluff talk.  I kept her on the ropes w/some yes/no answers.   Finally, she broke down and said that I had been acting different lately.  I played this down...keeping my composure.   I cut her off her, and went to do some work.   Gotta keep that anticipation + plan my game.   Anyways, when I come back, she is ready to chat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell her I think she is attractive, and fun to be around.   She responds by saying the same about me.  She then says she is not interested in having a relationship right now.  I respond...fine with me.   BTW:  I wish I had saved that convo, it would have been a nice one to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we chat, and she starts sharing emotional things with me, her exbf of a few years ago that she was engaged too.    Probably a mistake, but I shared some of my past too.  Only because she asked.  I tried to keep it simple, and positive.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She admitted that she was jealous of me when I talked to other girls, and asked me why I let that AFC clamor over her that night.   I told her that if she wanted me, she could pushed him away.  Apparently, she did absolutely nothing with him, but was pissed at me for not saving her.  I played it cool, and hid my anger...which again made me come off better.   keeping composure!   In her drunken state, her story was that the AFC actually had some interesting things to tell her about her career &amp; shit like that.  But at some point, late in the night, she realized that he was trying to makeout with her.   It was then, when she was eyeing me trying to give me a hint to save her.   Haha, funny how it all works out.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the convo ends, with her asking me to come over to her place on Thursday for a TV.  She tells me that she likes me, is afraid of a relationship, and is interested in making out...but she just doesn't want to feel pressured into it.   I don't know if this is womanese for "I like kissing, but no sex" or what.  But, since I broke her down, got her worried, and made her chase me a bit, I figured I'd give her another shot.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday at her pad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get there about 8ish, and we just hangout on her couch watching TV.   She had some makeup on, and her hair looking good.  At first we are chatting, doing good, but I slowly start moving closer to her.  We continue to chat &amp; laugh, and are getting along great.  Our laid back personalities really mess well.   At some point, at about 930ish, I move over for a kiss on her.   Just slowly working my over, she responds well to that.   Now she asks me to put a movie in for cuddle time.   Instead, I have her watch the Daily Show, which I always watch.   So now, we are cuddled in good, and I'm planning my strategy.   I decide to work some SS tricks on her, which gets her intrigued.   I continue to talk about her feelings, and trying to get some emotional response from her.   Next I decide to work some Gunwitch, by asking for a backrub.   She conceeds but only to a neck rub.   When I told her to stop, she hopped off and went back to the cuddle position on her L couch.   Girls and their damned cuddling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking what to do next, remembering how she was telling me not to pressure her too much.  Throughout the night I could see that she DOES NOT respond well to pressure.   She likes me to chase her, but not pressure her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we go back to cuddling and story time.  She tells me about her rather colorful past, and her very strong sex drive.  She starts asking about my sexual fantasies, and what I like.  Normally, you'd think this was a sign of sexual interest.  I tell her a bit, but try to keep it vague.   I also try to relate it to her--but not as much as I probably should have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it was time for the Blamo pattern from SS.  The H-bomb in the SS arsenal.   I had never tried it out, but I decided to give it a shot.   HOWEVER, just as I could see her entering the hightened state, she opened her eyes, and said she had enough.  And that is was wierd.   Damn!  I could see her getting turned on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I back off, and go back to cuddling and chatting.   At about 1130, I finally roll her over, and tell her that I'll only kiss her for 5 minutes.  So we kiss for a few minutes, and I make sure to keep my hands up high.   She was really getting into it, I could feel her squirming around.   At about the 8 minute mark, she grabbed me and said "that's enough for now, ok?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell her, "I know my limits, just a few more kisses, ok?"   WRONG...should have said "WE".   So I get a few more kisses in, and she pulls me off and says that is enough, we've past the 5 minute mark.   Now she actually rolls over, so I can't kiss her.  Then she says, well she has an early morning class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I freeze out.  I say, "ok, you have an early class, so I'll leave you then."   I get up grab my shoes, and slowly start putting them on and tying them.   I continue to talk to her, joking and such, not losing my composure.   She lays there staring at me, with a confused look on her face.   Just as I stand up, like I'm going to leave, she drops her line.   "Well I guess you should leave if we can't just hangout without making out. Sorry, I thought we agreed not to have any pressure with that stuff" + an eyeroll.    I smile and start laughing.   I complimented her guilt bomb, and that her it was a pretty solid move.    Now she is rolls over, and is really wanting me to stay.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I strut over and sit down by her, and she immidiately puts her hands on my back.   She then says, "you know, I have an early class, so you probably don't want to stay.  cause if you did, you'd have to get up real early..."   Frank Sinatra said..."a gentleman never invites himself to a lady's bedchambers."   I'm pretty sure this was an invite.   I tell her, I'll forgo the kissing, if I can spend the night.   So I stay, sitting by her...still with my shoes on.        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We chat for a bit, then I tell her "lets go to bed, I'm tired".   NOW, she is relunctant, saying that she has to get up early, and do homework.   And that I could, but I kept my shoes on...other BS.  Now my composure is a bit rocked.   I stand up again, and tell her not to dangle kissing &amp; cuddling in front of me, to get me to hang around.  She of course, is like "whatever"  with a smile.   I ask her again..."are you SURE, you would like me to leave?"  And she looks at me seriously, this time and says "next time, you will stay...but not tonight."   I'm a little confused, but whatever, so I go to her door.   She comes over, looking up, wanting that kiss goodbye.  So I plant one on her forehead.  She calls me an ass, then grabs me for the goodbye kiss. &lt;br /&gt;BTW:  What I probably should have done, was just go into her bedroom, and lie down.   I'm thinking if I had done so, she would have bitched a little, but as long as I act like I'm really comfortable, she would have let me stay.   Not that its a big deal, there would have been no sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day,  Friday.   I IM her about going to lunch.  Tell her if she is interested to call me.   She calls, and we go out.   I surprise her with a few more kisses.   She likes kissing me, but I can tell that its been so long (almost two years)  since she's had any real physical contact it makes her nervous.  Her sister is coming into town, so I'll see her and her sis out at the school function on saturday.   Along with HBindia, the chick I cuddled with on Saturday, and the B7 from last week...who I should call today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite a battle to get into HBwis's pants.   I really have no interest in dating her, but I realize that she does like me.   Just for friends or what, I don't know.   But I sure the hell am not going to pass up other options to a girl that likes to tease me with physical contact.  &lt;br /&gt;No real goals here, I some more time to plan some strategy.   Any comments are helpful ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTES:&lt;br /&gt;Don't press where pressure lies.  As Ross J explains, if they offer resistance, back up and hit her on another front.   I think I made the mistake of trying to press on, when I could have backed up and hit her on another angle.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever she asks about what I want from a woman, ALWAYS relate it generally in a way to her.  She asks you about sex, relate it to her someway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALWAYS use WE instead of I whenever possible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time distortion with SS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18970662-114384649966987427?l=darius451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/feeds/114384649966987427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18970662&amp;postID=114384649966987427' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/114384649966987427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/114384649966987427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/2006/03/battle-with-hbwis-part-deux-im-affair.html' title=''/><author><name>darius451</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11567161861016714796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.iweb.cz/~vecer/fotky/bond/sean09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18970662.post-114359773768131559</id><published>2006-03-28T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T18:02:18.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Battle with HBwis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I have some free time this week to write about the last weekend.  Friday night, I was supposed to go this large bar that had a band playing for my friends Bday.   The whole week I had been talking w/HBwis on the phone here and there.  Speaking of which, she had called me to pick her up from the train station when she came back from break.  Initially I was going to refuse, but she begged and promised me beer...so i caved.   Just had to make sure she wasn't using me as her errand boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, so Friday comes along, and early in the day HBwis calls to make sure that I am going out to that bar for the party.  I end up going to a party early, and stay there for awhile.  About 11 i get a call from HBwis asking when I'll go to the bar.   I decide now was a good time to make my entrance, so I head over there.    As soon as I get in, HBwis hugs me, and then asks if i'll take her coat to my car...hehe...I take this as a sign she is going home with me again...right?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not willing to jump in her hoops, I give her my keys and tell her she can put it there.   She whines saying how cold it was, and she didn't know where I parked blah blah...and I froze her out.  Then she said she would buy me a beer...haha, then I took her coat to my car.   My beer was waiting for me when I got back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there were alot of my friends there, and a few girls that I had a "history" with.  HBwis might have been aware of this, but I really didn't care.   Again, there were like 3 AFCs that were clambering over her.  The same ones from before.  They were buying her drinks, and so on.   I could tell she was just teasing them.   She kept giving me glances and so on, while the AFCs made a circle around her.  I wouldn't play that game.  Instead I found some new girls to talk to.   I opened a 2 set of hotties nearby, and found out it was their bday.  I talked with them a bit, which I saw HBwis break away and move to the bar by herself...glancing back at me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stroll away from the set of hotties to HBwis.  I chat with her a bit, and from my previous post...I start working my game.   I tell her I think she was looking very beautiful that night, which she kinda laughed off..."whatever, are you drunk darius?"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we parted for a bit, and mingled with the large group of friends around. &lt;br /&gt;One girl that I kinda dated about a year ago was there, and was being flirty with me, I was being flirty back, especially as HBwis let Team AFC surround her again. &lt;br /&gt;About 10 minutes later, I grab her attention again from the AFCs that CONTINUED to be showering her with drinks and so on, and get her to go dancing.   The band of course, started playing shitty non-dance music. So we stood on the side for a bit.  I talked to her about hanging out sometime...sober and not in a bar.  She giggled, a bit...but now suddenly she was standoffish.  I pointed to my cheek for a kiss...which before was automatic...now she was relunctant...but she kiss my cheek anyways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few friends found us, and drug her off.   Now I was getting pissy.   The AFCs would not leave her alone, and now there were 4 of them.   Each buying her drinks and shots, each evil eyeing the others.   I wasn't going to get on that train.   If HBwis wanted me, she could elbow her way out...after all she was flirting with them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to the bar, and I find HBwis again.  I waive her over from Team AFC, and we talk for a bit.  Now I start working in some SS about us making out, and cuddling.  Nothing we haven't done before, right?   But this time it was like she got nervous, and I could see her looking away.   She grabbed one of the AFCs and told him to dance with her.   WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I didn't see HBwis in the bar for the rest of the night [maybe 25 minutes tops].  Meanwhile, another girl was very interested from the show I had put on earlier.  A B7 who is also in my program.   We danced for a little bit, nothing too crazy.   She finds me late in the night and says..."darius, I'm leaving...do you need a ride home?"  she looks up at me with pouty eyes and a smile.   B7 had been giving me crap about hitting on the young hotties earlier...as she is in her upper 20s I guess she felt jealous.   I tell her that I drove, and didn't need a ride...dumbass!  "Are you sure, darius....,that you don't need a ride?"  her eyes batted at me.   DUMBASS!   I had only a split second to react, as I still felt pot committed with HBwis.   I told B7 that I drove some people to the bar, and needed to drive them back.   She left...frustrated.  Haha, but I got her number...how do you like them apples?   So at least she is another option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, bar closes and its time for the afterhours party.   Bar empties no sign of HBwis.  I go to leave with my friends, saying fuck her.  Then I see her walking back toward this bar with Team AFC around her.   Apparently, she decided to leave and go to another pub, and brought Team AFC with her.   The head AFC had put his shirt around her cause she was cold.   I ask her if she wants her coat, she says she'll ride with me because we were going to the same afterhours party. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she climbs into the front seat of my car, with my buds in the back, and I drive her to the party.   Get there, and it sucks.  The guys that lived there were fighting with their gfs that night, so I made the call to head to my pad.   Meanwhile the members of Team AFC showed up.   The leader of Team AFC lived next door to the party we were at.  He had actually dressed down to go to bed.   When we decided to leave, HBwis went over and gave his shirt back.  She told him we were going to my pad, and the AFC of course had to get redressed and head over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time I was pissed.   I left that place w/o HBwis and the AFC to my pad.  We get there, and I convince my neighbors to have a party at their place.  No way in hell I was letting HBwis makeout with this clown on my pad.   So the party happens, and the AFC sits on the couch by himself.  No one knows him really, or cares to.  HBwis sits down by him, and the cuddling begins.  Or attempts to cuddling.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I completely ignore the too as much as possible.  It was funny, as the party was pretty wild, and it seemed to totally block off the two.  No one said a word to either of them.   But I noticed HBwis watching at me, and continually looking at me.  When I glanced at her, I saw that she was turned  completely away from the AFC, who was clamoring over her.   It was then I found out that my friend asked her earlier in the night is she liked that AFC, and she said she had no interest in making out with him.   And I could tell.  She was using him PURELY to make me jealous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not being an AFC, I refused to play her game.  I ignored her.   When the party ended.  The AFC hopped up, and shook my hand goodbye as he left.  I WANTED so bad to say something smartass to HBwis, but I kept my mouth shut.  She kept her head down, and wouldn't even look at me as she walked past me standing in the doorway.   Haha, she knew she fucked up.  &lt;br /&gt;Her, the AFC, and few of my friends drove off.  I found out later that when they got to the AFCs place, HBwis hoped out and demanded that he drive her home.  I don't know if he did, but she did make a show to her friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I was pretty pissed off.  The next day I went out again, and had a good time.  HBwis called me early in the evening, and I didn't answer.  She didn't leave a message.  About an hour later she called me again.  This time I answered with PUA in mind.   She pretty much called to tell me that she got up early and drove home, and was calling me to let me know that she wished she had stayed around to hangout.  I responded w/simple yes/no answers, and not my usually cocky/funny mood.  She commented how much fun I was to talk to in a smartass mood, and I said I'm not fun, and hung up on her. &lt;br /&gt;I still have deciphered what this phone call was for, but I'll work on it.   She hasn't called me since.   At this point, I really dont' give a damn.  I figured she burned the bridge not me.  &lt;br /&gt;I have invested too much at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah...one of the girls I hung out with on Saturday [and Friday] stayed at my pad that evening too.  After all, who needs HBwis, when I got more fish to bait?   ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOALS:&lt;br /&gt;B7....might have to give her a ring soon.&lt;br /&gt;HBindia...havne't saw her around all week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HBwis...if the chance open for me to drop some guilt bombs on her.  If I see her out at a bar unplanned, these could be lethal...especially when laced with some SS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18970662-114359773768131559?l=darius451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/feeds/114359773768131559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18970662&amp;postID=114359773768131559' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/114359773768131559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/114359773768131559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/2006/03/battle-with-hbwis-finally-i-have-some.html' title=''/><author><name>darius451</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11567161861016714796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.iweb.cz/~vecer/fotky/bond/sean09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18970662.post-114341618518783193</id><published>2006-03-26T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T15:36:25.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Break Field Reports Part II:  HBlatina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where I left off last time I had # closed an 8.5 on the beach within 10 minutes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we went to the city to go clubbing.  We had a hard time finding a bar that was packed, but eventually we did.   The bars there had hired guns that would go around trying to entice AFCs to go into the bar and buy them drinks.   Two 9s came around and tried that "you guys are pretty cool, you should come over with us to this bar"  "I'm thirsty, will you buy me a drink"   My AFC comrades wanted to take the bait, but I  gave them the finger, and walked off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We enter a club, and I spot a target at the bar.  Older, maybe 35.  Probably a 7.    I never tried game on a girl 25+, so what the hell.   I stroll up, use an opener, and get her hooked.  Talking was good, but she an extremely drunk UG friend, that was in a bad mood.   Apparently, the UG thought I told her to kiss me or some crap like that.   I kinda just trailed off from the set after that.  I was getting pretty good rapport, and language from the B7.   I was about to try some SS on her, but the alcohol was running strong and she lost my attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this bar, the B7 was one of the hottest chicks there, the few girls in the place were UGs, so I definitely worked the best target.   About a minute later I got to watch myself 6 months ago in action.  This AFC walks up by the B7, and says "Hey, do you come here often?"  She barely even gave him 10 seconds of her time to look back at him, smile, then turn around.   He next says "Do you need a drink?"   She didnt even respond to that.   Poor guy, should have read the Game. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next night, we go out again downtown.&lt;br /&gt;This time it is at a raver/goth bar.  Wild place.  What I noticed, other than the crazy outfits, was the high proportion of hot latinas in the bar to the percentage of wierdo gothed out guys.   My crowd and I stood out in this place, compared to the other clowns there, we were studs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are there for maybe 10 minutes, and we decide to maybe check out another pub.  This place was perhaps a little too weird.   I start asking people if there are other bars nearby.  I first start talking to gatekeepers...which is a great technique I learned on the trip.   Bouncers &amp; bartenders on a slow night are bored as hell.   They like meeting cool people, cause it must help the time pass.  This also works on hotel attendants, waittresses, so on.  Anytime you see someone in a service field standing around, feel free to  talk to them.  They WANT cool people to chat with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, back to the story.   I see 2 UGs standing near a table.  I stroll up and start asking them if they know the area, and where the fun bars are.  I had no interest in actually picking them up, or even pivoting.  But they were cool, and pretty helpful.  Anyways, I get them laughing and this gorgeous HB8.5 latina walks up.  She was smoking.  Tall [like 5'11''], curvy, big pouty lips, big boobs, tan.   Now she was already hooked before she even got to the table.  I had already won over her friends, and demonstrated value to them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I of course ignored her for a few minutes, while I kept working the friends.  My buds came up, which I used as an excuse to get some names, and introductions begin.  Immidiately after, HBlatina starts opening me.  Asking where I was from, what i did.  I peppered C&amp;F throughout, and she was eating it up.   She was leaning in on me, smiling and laughing at anything I said.   She had this bright red lipstick on, so I had her kiss my neck.  I had the most gorgeous pair of red lips on my cheek for the rest of the night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my buds start getting restless, and want to head to another bar.  Bastards!   I talk to HBlatina for awhile longer, and she tells them which good bars to go to.   She starts asking if I have to go, or if I could stay around.    She then grabs my bud, and asks him while pointing to me  "Does he have to go with you guys, or is there a way you can split up and he can stay?"   Dear diary...jackpot!  Obviously, I am going to stay.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My buds decide to leave to another bar, and HBlatina grabs my hand and pulls me closer to her.  I use this as an invite to drop some SS bombs on her.  I use the submodality locater pattern, and put the image of me as a guy she is attracted too...which was already pretty much there.   I earned a drink for that one, and she bought me a beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bar starts getting packed, and the raver dancers fill the place.  We go dancing for a bit, which she was an OUTSTANDING dancer.  Dear god, those latino women can dance.   Like my private stripper.  Nothing too crazy with my hands, but I slowly keep advancing on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dancing for a bit, she runs off to the bathroom with her UG friend.   At this point, HBlatino pretty much blew off her friends and was focused on me.  I was nervous now, that she was going to jet on me, but she came back and I could see her walking around alone...looking for me.  So I stroll back.   She now gives me her phone, and asks for my number.   I use mothab, and dial mine in so I have hers too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the night went great at the bar.  I continued to dance, and grind with her.  And slowly started getting more kisses, and touching her.  I used evolution kiss close on her, really got her worked up, then used some C&amp;F to drop some ice down her shirt.  Now she starts asking me what I am doing after the bar, and tomorrow.  I was leaving the next day, and I wanted to party post bar.   HOWEVER, our hotel was like 35 minutes away from her place, and she had to work at like 930 the next day.  She told me she wished that I had my own car, or the hotel was closer cause she wanted me to see her pad.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her friend needed to go home for some reason, so HBlatina...who was her ride, asked me to come along for a food run.   We went to Jack in the Box, and she bought me a cheeseburger.  It was very romantic.  This is great man, an outstanding hot chick buying me beer and food!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We parked to eat, but her friend was still in the car.  We kissed a little, but obiously nothing too crazy. and she drives me back to the bar.  We kiss some more, and I leave.  She makes me promise to call her sometime, even though it is so unlikely that we would ever hangout again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stroll out the car covered in red lipstick, a little pissy that our hotel wasn't closer or it wouldn't have cost me $40 for a cab to the hotel...but with a big ass grin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I was pretty pleased with my performance.   8.5latina was absolutely hooked on me.  I called her a few days later, and she was still hanging on my every word...laughing at everything, etc.   Thats the major PUs during my trip.  there were a few more that I might try to write about, but i learned ALOT during break.   The matrix is really becoming easier to see.  The more I approach, I realize the less important it is what I am actually saying, vs paying attention to the set and providing the right amount of energy.  Words become meaningless with everything else going on.   When the HBlatina approached, I could have been talking about vacuum cleaners to the UGs, but I had already demonstrated so much that it didn't matter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18970662-114341618518783193?l=darius451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/feeds/114341618518783193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18970662&amp;postID=114341618518783193' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/114341618518783193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/114341618518783193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/2006/03/break-field-reports-part-ii-hblatina.html' title=''/><author><name>darius451</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11567161861016714796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.iweb.cz/~vecer/fotky/bond/sean09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18970662.post-114318100451487232</id><published>2006-03-23T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T22:16:44.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ABC's!!!!!!   ALWAYS BE CLOSING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll finish up w/the Spring Break FR, but right now I'm going to lay out a few more goals.&lt;br /&gt;I have failed to complete my goals, especially when it came to HBindia.  HBwis kinda came in the way, but HBindia WILL BE closed by me ASAP.  I chatted w/her a bit this week, and I was getting some kickass rapport.  Her friends even isolated us immidiately when she said hi and I opened her.  My dumbass failed to close, as I had a crazy day at school, and was not on my game.  Obviously, I had forgotten my ABCs, but was instead an absent minded AFC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have studied SS, DYD, and Mystery...but I need to apply it more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HBindia:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using DYD to project how you want closes to occur, this is how I am going to # close HBindia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class:&lt;br /&gt;       If I see her sitting or standing, I will approach her, and open her.  Probably something about her summer trip to Paris, maybe about her dimples, maybe both.   I'll isolate her from the group she is in, if she is in a group, by waiving her over, or a friendly shove.  My # close will be to say "Hey, are you going out to the irish pub this weekend?"  regardless of what she says, I'll reply "well, since we don't enjoy each other's company, you should probably give me your #, that way I can call you and make sure we don't end up at the bar at the same time..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bar:&lt;br /&gt;    Same line, but I'll have to probably work faster to isolate.  There are alot of AFCs after her, so my game will be efficient.  If I feel like I have more that 3 minutes of isolation, I'll try some SS on her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HBwis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is playing softball with me now on a team, and I still have the full intent of f-closing her.  &lt;br /&gt;HBwis is smart, and very busy.  She confuses me, and keeps me offguard w/her constantly changing agenda.  My flaw so far is I've been AFC and nice.   I feel like I'm using her interest, and its time to throw in the hail mary.&lt;br /&gt;Goals:&lt;br /&gt;#1:  Ask the uncomfortable questions!  Make her feel uneasy and question herself and actions. &lt;br /&gt;    Ex.&lt;br /&gt;    "So HBwis, have you been thinking of maybe kissing &amp; cuddling again sometime soon?"&lt;br /&gt;    "HBwis, do you like the way I kiss you?"&lt;br /&gt;    "When are we going to makeout again?"&lt;br /&gt;    "Why don't we go to lunch sometime?"   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2:  Let her know that I think she is beautiful&lt;br /&gt;       HBwis has some insecurity issues w/guys.  I think she might believe that I am not that         attracted to her sober or something, so I think I should mention that I find her attractive.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing too direct or AFC, but let her know what I think. &lt;br /&gt;      Ex. &lt;br /&gt;    "You know, you're the cutest 2nd Baseman I could find for our team"&lt;br /&gt;    "When you dress that cute, I just might have to kiss you..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3:  Seduce her&lt;br /&gt;    I have had her in a bed a few times, and I didn't get across 2nd base.  AFC is keeping me back.  She needs/like to be taken control of.  I'll set it up, so she will feel comfortable, then I will escalate and close the deal. &lt;br /&gt;          No fancy lines...CAVEMAN style bitches!   This girl is horny, frustrated, and needs some aggressive luvin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are my major targets so far...but the week is young.  I have a few more on the burner, but I'll work on them...later.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18970662-114318100451487232?l=darius451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/feeds/114318100451487232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18970662&amp;postID=114318100451487232' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/114318100451487232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/114318100451487232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/2006/03/abcs-always-be-closing-ill-finish-up.html' title=''/><author><name>darius451</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11567161861016714796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.iweb.cz/~vecer/fotky/bond/sean09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18970662.post-114317906012279006</id><published>2006-03-23T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T21:44:20.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Break Field Report Part I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, an studying PUA from my area contacted me, which surprised me.  I didn't think I'd run into another here.  Hopefully we can go out and sarging.  It would be fucking great to have another's opinion of my approaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, for todays post we will head south to beaches on the Gulf of Mexico.  Spring Break time.   There are too many approaches to list, so I'll try to just hit the highlights.&lt;br /&gt;So we get into our hotel, with my buddies, and we get out on the beach.  Weather is great, but the beach we were on wasn't really packed w/college hunnies.  Apparently this was the family beach.&lt;br /&gt;I start up a frisbee triangle, and we are throwing it around.  Meanwhile, I spot two HBs [blond &amp; brunette] walking near our triangle.   To open them, I toss the frisbee at them "accidently".  It lands at HBbrun's feet.  An AFC that was with me on the trip asked her to play, and she tossed it back, and continued to walk past. &lt;br /&gt;I moved over a bit and commented on their towels the had which said Hooters.  I asked how they got them, and they replied they were waittresses.  I make a quick joke about Hooters &amp; wings and they walk off...about 30 yards away and sit down on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continue to play around, and I see the two girls stand up and start walking again.   I immidiately start walking toward the beach house, which would directly intersect w/their paths. I glance over and comment on the "Hooters" girls, and open them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say, that everything I learned so far just started falling into place.  I stood w/my shoulder pointing at them, head down, 007 grin.  I was getting EXCELLENT rapport w/these girls.  They asked for my name, where I was from, etc.  This was too easy!  And these hunnies were 9s in bikinis!  And I had great rapport w/both of them.  I mean, each on was trying to top the other w/value. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER, the original super AFC came up and totally cockblocked me.  It really killed my vibes, and it was actually I who sent the girls on their way, as I was so pissed that the perfect set was fucking ruined that I told them to run along and we would catch up w/them later.   Needless to say, I was VERY pissed off.  I could have # closed them, but the Super AFC would have made it super uncomfortable and painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.  We went out to the local bars that night, and I opened a few more girls.  I learned NOT to say to a girl "That necklace looks nice"...but instead to say..."that necklace is unique, why did you get it?"   This should be common sense by now, but it was a hole in my game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also learned that by mimicking body language, really helps w/building comfort. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another approach I did, was using an opener concerning my friend going on spring break who had a girl we was seeing for 2 weeks.   The question to the girls is if it is ok for him to makeout w/girls on spring break.   This had some success, as it always got the girls laughing, and you can really find out if they are on break to party too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another set, 2 HBs   probably 8.5s on the beach.  Again, blonde &amp; brun.   I spot them close to our spot on the beach, and notice them there for a few minutes.  I make a scene w/my buds laughing and being loud to gather their attention.  &lt;br /&gt;Then  I look over at them w/a smile, lock it, then approach.  I walk up, use the time constraint, and then use the opener.  The girls IMMIDIATELY open me after.  I mean, it was like they were waiting all day on the beach for a guy to walk up to them. &lt;br /&gt;I use a few questions where they are from, what they like to do, where the parties are at...and they just keep drilling me w/stories and questions.   Now I am standing, and they are kinda sitting upright on their towels.   I'm looking down at them, and after maybe 2 minutes, I slowly squat down, and a minute later, I actually sit.  I remove my sunglasses, so they can see my eyes...I read that girls like to look at your eyes, cause it shows you are not hiding behind them.&lt;br /&gt;Again, I mimick their language and vice versa, as I lean back, they lean forward to me.  I actually sit at an angle, so it looks like I'm about to turn my back on them.  They both then take their glasses off too, and continue to chat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use C&amp;F as much as I can, and pick my target, the brun...she is a little more playful than the blonde.  I keep working them, and thank god the Super AFC kept away.   I mention taht we were going to party later, and we needed some local beauties to hang with.  SHE ASKED ME if I had a phone, which I didn't...so she gave me her phone to put my # in.  I used MothaB's technique to dial my number, so I had it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shook their hands, got up, and walked away w/a smile.  I # closed a 8.5 Brunnette who was a cheerleader at her college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six months ago, I would have never approached that set.  If for some reason I did, I would have been so nervous, I would have HIGHLY doubted I could have gamed them for their number.  Thank you DYD &amp; SS, and all you other PUAs out there.   I don't think I am a PUA yet, but there is proof in the results.  I have climbed a hill, now its time to push on and climb a mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currahee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18970662-114317906012279006?l=darius451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/feeds/114317906012279006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18970662&amp;postID=114317906012279006' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/114317906012279006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/114317906012279006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/2006/03/break-field-report-part-i-first-off.html' title=''/><author><name>darius451</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11567161861016714796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.iweb.cz/~vecer/fotky/bond/sean09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18970662.post-114309354891150105</id><published>2006-03-22T21:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T21:59:08.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Plausible Deniability:   Getting the Girl Home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Mystery really hits on this, and I fully agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl's don't like the obvious to happen...they like to be put in a situation where sex "accidently" occurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best example. Lets say you are PU at a bar. You have entered the rapport stage, and maybe even kiss closed her by now. You feel you have a chance for fools mate, or to even bed her that night. What do you say to get her home? FYI: This gave me troubles for quite sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFC, "Hey, would you like to go back to my place, and maybe makeout or something?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so obvious of an invite, that if the girl goes to your place, and has sex, she has no reason to justify to her friend that she was not acting slutty... of course a real AFC wouldn't have the balls to even ask her home at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PUA might say "Hey, today I just got a bunch of really cool pics from my spring break in Aspen, would you like to check them out?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now she has a valid excuse to her friends at the bar, and the next day why she went to your place. If you end up making out...she still can "plausibly deny" that she meant to have sex that night. I'd advise to think up two or three "excuses" pending on the situation, so you have something to drop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18970662-114309354891150105?l=darius451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/feeds/114309354891150105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18970662&amp;postID=114309354891150105' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/114309354891150105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/114309354891150105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/2006/03/plausible-deniability-getting-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>darius451</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11567161861016714796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.iweb.cz/~vecer/fotky/bond/sean09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18970662.post-114301073676426926</id><published>2006-03-21T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T22:58:56.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back from Break:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll write more later, but I got ALOT of field practice over break.  I'll try to break them down into parts, but SS &amp; DYD has really paid off.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy week so far, but thursday I'll start filling in what I have learned in the past 10 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currahee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18970662-114301073676426926?l=darius451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/feeds/114301073676426926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18970662&amp;postID=114301073676426926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/114301073676426926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/114301073676426926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/2006/03/back-from-break-ill-write-more-later.html' title=''/><author><name>darius451</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11567161861016714796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.iweb.cz/~vecer/fotky/bond/sean09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18970662.post-114201693719902743</id><published>2006-03-10T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T10:55:37.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Busy Busy week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out that I am going to Texas for spring break.  Haha, I plan on memorizing as much SS/Mystery material and dropping it on as many hunnies as possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had another adventure last night, and I realized my "new" way of peacocking. &lt;br /&gt;Whenever I see a girl i know or a hot girl with bright lipstick, I always ask for a kiss on the cheek or neck.  I did that last night, and I was getting social proof out of my ass.  I had girls I barely knew kissing my cheek.  When I got home, I had like 5 different shades of lipstick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys see it and respect it too.  Its fucking great.  I'm going to field test this more, but I suggest anyone to try it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18970662-114201693719902743?l=darius451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/feeds/114201693719902743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18970662&amp;postID=114201693719902743' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/114201693719902743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/114201693719902743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/2006/03/busy-busy-week.html' title=''/><author><name>darius451</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11567161861016714796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.iweb.cz/~vecer/fotky/bond/sean09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18970662.post-114180365169459699</id><published>2006-03-07T22:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T23:40:53.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Catfight &amp; Spin the Bottle Night &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PART III:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I need to change my blog name.  I've been doing some searching and there are WAY to many "Adventures of X" blogs out there.  I feel kinda cheated as my title of a book I wrote was "adventures of X".    I'll come up with something sweet.  "Fantastic Voyage of a PUA"?   "Wanderer"  "American Gigalo/PUA" ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, anyways back to Friday evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So HBwis hops in my car, and we are driving back to my pad.  She is still babbling nonstop about the attack, where she brings up again that "I'm just a good friend of hers...and something more".  Oh yeah, I was smiling the drive back.   ;).   We pull up to my pad, and enter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure some of you PUA know the feeling...there is a little strut I think we all do in moments like this.   Its the 2nd best feeling in the world--bringing a strange and beautiful girl back home...and you know she is staying over.  In contrast, the best feeling in the world in my opinion, is that walk to a strange woman's bedroom.  That is the ultimate strut of every man, his best impersonation of an actor to getting his Oscar.  And as you walk into that new bedroom, you always stop for a second w/a smile.  Thats when you notice and never forget that scent each girl's bedroom has.  Boys...thats the scent of victory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So HBwis gets in, and about five second after she sits down on my couch...still babbling about the catfight.  I begin the back massaging.  More babble...more massaging....more babble.  Its now about 415.  So I institute a rule, whenever she talks about the catfight, those are grounds for me to kiss her.   This gets her talking about the party and other babble...so I convince her that she needs a good back massage.  She agrees, and plops down on my floor.  Sadly, I failed to mention that I hadn't vacummed since January or so.   Anyways, I end up picking her up, while saying that she couldn't get a proper massage on the floor...to the bedroom we go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the full body massaging begins.  I try some Gunwitch, and tell her that its difficult to massage her through her jeans, and shorts would be a better fit.   This comment suddenly springs up her defenses.  Now she doesn't want me massaging her legs at all.  But I go ahead anyways, once she started babbling about whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I flip her body over and start massaging her front.  Yeah, I was working the points, but I kept getting hands and arrows shooting at my advancing hands at her "high risk" areas. &lt;br /&gt;So I move to kissing.  Works for awhile.  So we kiss for awhile, but then she stops to ONCE AGAIN talk about the fucking catfight.  Now I'm getting tired as its about 515am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell her that we should go to bed, and she asks for some sweatpants and a tshirt, which i provide.  As for my outfit, I told her I'll just sleep in my underwear...but naked if she talks about the damn catfight again.  She dares me to go commando.  I turn the lights out, and rip em off, hop under the sheets.   Ok, now i'm thinking...I have to get something now, right?  HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She just cuddles on me, and proceeds to talk about her vibrator and other sexual things.  Now I'm seeing a green light, so I initiate some more kissing, and light fondeling.  AGAIN LMR kicks in, and she rolls away saying that she has to get up at 9am and shit, and needs some sleep.  Its like 530 now, so I say fuck it, and roll over for sleep.  Cruel shit man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following Mystery's advice, there is that chance of waking up later and then resuming the fun.  Not this day.  About 8 or so, I wake up with HBwis spooning me.  So I reach over and try a little fondling to see if the "fish" were biting.  Her response was to roll away from me, flat on her gut.&lt;br /&gt;Damn...back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wakes me up at like 9am, talking about how i need to get her back.  I get dressed, and drive her home.   I'm still pretty groggy, and not focused...which is not an excuse.  I should have been rehearsing SS during the drive.   ALWAYS MOVE WITH A PURPOSE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the drive, she asks me to go to dinner with her that night.  I told her maybe, as I wasn't going to the bars.  But I did make sure that we agreed to 15 minutes of kissing per 30 minutes of hanging out.  Seems like a fair ratio. &lt;br /&gt;Get back to her place, she is still wearing my clothes.  She tells me that she'll give them to me later, I kiss her a bit, we chat for like 20 minutes, then I leave. &lt;br /&gt;Yeah...all that crazy shit that night and I didn't get any loving.  Darius = pissed &amp; frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that night comes, and she never calls me for the dinner.  I call her at like 630 leaving her a message that she has 5 minutes to call me, or i'm eating something.  She never calls me back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday comes around, and I'm scheming what happened.  I decided to use a money SS phone message on her phone.   I figured I hit buyers remorse somehow and needed to diffuse it.  So I call her at like 9, and she answers...surprised, I used a little SS to find she wants to hangout this week.  I tell her maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, she calls me and says that Thursday I should come over to her pad, watch some TV and maybe have a few cocktails...of course I have to say "maybe" to that too, as well as accuse her of wanting to take advantage of me.    DYD.   Darius = gets another roll of the dice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats the story for now.   Spring Break Starts on Saturday for me, I'm going on a "tropic" adventure, so should have plenty of game to write about when  I get back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOALS:  CLOSE THE DEAL WITH HBwis&lt;br /&gt;                 Get HBindia's number.  HBwis cockblocked me last Friday.&lt;br /&gt;                Finish up SS material before Break &amp; memorize as much for the trip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18970662-114180365169459699?l=darius451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/feeds/114180365169459699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18970662&amp;postID=114180365169459699' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/114180365169459699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/114180365169459699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/2006/03/catfight.html' title=''/><author><name>darius451</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11567161861016714796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.iweb.cz/~vecer/fotky/bond/sean09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18970662.post-114168489249913698</id><published>2006-03-06T14:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T14:41:33.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Catfights Blondes Brunettes &amp; Beer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PART II:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to pick up where we left off with this adventure, I'm going to fill in a few things from Part I I left out.  First off, I really wrote off HBwis for that evening, and focused on HBrugby prebar.   When HBwis called me and pretty much told me that if I pick her up, she is staying at my place for the evening, really crashed my plans with HBrugby.  I had to pick, and when I learned that HBrugby was going to another bar, I figured rugby wasn't interested.  Of course, I later found out that her friend convinced her to go to the Irish pub to see/makeout with me.  Haha, bitter irony. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picking up as we left the bar. &lt;br /&gt;We go to an afterhours party at Bflorida's place.  I chose not to write about her early in my blog, as that was my first real experience using SS.  But lets just say I used some SS  in early December and we had a good time until I ended it about a month later.   ;)   Bflorida's roommate was throughing the bash, but Bflorida was not there.  She was actually visiting her ex-boyfriend (she kinda had a break from him during the month we were hanging out).  So I did feel a little weird bringing a new girl to makeout w/at florida's pad...but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we get there and there is a lot of people there.  HBwis immidiately gets on her phone and stays outside, and stays on the phone for about an hour.  I check in on her about every 5-15 minutes just to make sure she didn't run off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, the party is going on with about 10-20 peeps, and the roommate decides to play spin the bottle.  Yes...very high school I know.  But honestly, I never played, and I was really drunk at 3am so it seemed like a good idea.  This game got very interesting, as there were girls making out with girls, guys making out with girls, and luckily not guy on guy action.  HBwis came back, and got in on the making out.  This was pretty wild.  Nothing softcore porn or anything, but definitely arousing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after a while of this game, we take a break to do a shot.  This cute brunette, call her Bsouthern, follows me to the bathroom in Bflorida's bedroom.  I don't see her, and when I walk out, she grabs me and throughs me against the wall and starts kissing me.  Now she was at the dance bar, and saw me kissing on HBwis, but I guess she didn't care.  And the fact that I slipped her the tongue during spin the bottle probably didn't help.  I, of course being a perfect gentleman, reciprocate the kissing, thinking how funny this all was because I remember Bflorida throughing me against the same wall and doing similar things...;) .    Bsouthern stops for a second to apoligize, and saying that she just had to kiss me more...which I let her.  So after a little bit of making out, we both leave the Bfloridas bedroom, and of course HBwis is standing there when we walk out.  Haha...that look on my face had to be priceless.  Luckily I played the emotion card, and brought up the catfight.  HBwis immidiately started talking and chatting up a storm about that.&lt;br /&gt;Good save, darius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm escorting her around, and she is all practically falling asleep on me, so I tell her that I am leaving soon.  It was about 4am at this point.  HBwis tells me that she has to be up by like 900am, and she should probably go home.   This is where DYD kicked in.   I tell her, "HBwis, I had a fun time with you tonight, but I am tired and going home.  If you want to come with me and talk a bit more, I'll make sure you get home by 9am."  HBwis nods...and we leave shortly after.  The  confident Darius certainly gets better responses than AFC tonality.   AFC  = uncertainty.   Tell the woman exactly what you want, in a smoothway, and they will respond.  Tell them what you want in an AFC way, and you get uncertain responses and you waste time figuring out what the woman meant by her answer.  You'll see me make this mistake in Part III.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll sum up the post-party &amp;amp; the rest of the weekend fun in Part III...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18970662-114168489249913698?l=darius451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/feeds/114168489249913698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18970662&amp;postID=114168489249913698' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/114168489249913698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/114168489249913698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/2006/03/catfights-blondes-brunettes-rest-of.html' title=''/><author><name>darius451</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11567161861016714796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.iweb.cz/~vecer/fotky/bond/sean09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18970662.post-114154441868922208</id><published>2006-03-04T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T23:40:18.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Slutty Spin the Bottle &amp; Catfights &amp;amp; Sleeping Naked With a Blonde...and I was also attacked by brunette...Alcohol is a helluva drug! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PART I:   The Bars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy shit was going down this Friday night.   First off, I pretty much gave up on HBwis because she never returned my call from Tues.   So instead, I start working a girl I know had a crush on me last semester...HBrugby.  She had a game today [saturday], and I talked to her about going, and hanging out with her and her rugby friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm working HBrugby and plan to hang out with her for a bit at the biker bar, then move on the Irish pub...where I know HBindia will be. [she was plan B].   I totally wrote off HBwis.  Anyways, at about 9, HBwis calls and tells me I should come to this other pub, where she was with friends for a bday event.  She said they weren't staying out all night, but I should stop by.  I tell her prob not, as I wasn't really planning on wasting anymore time on her.  So off to the biker bar we go.   HBrugby doesn't show up until like 11ish, so we were just chilling there.  During this lull, I opened an older woman who's purse was the same material as my wallet [gator skin].   I didn't get too far, as she was in deep thought with this girl she was with, and she was kinda trashy...though cute.  She had massive tattoes all over her well exposed boobs.  Her friend was younger, hot, and equally trashy.  Also, HBwis calls me back, and tells me that her friends are leaving at 12, and I should come hangout with her for a bit.  I tell her she can meet us out at the irish pub, then she explains she doesn't have a ride there...AKA IF I PICK HER UP SHE IS STAYING TO MY PLACE because she lives like 8 miles away.  So I tell her we will pick her up before 12...haha...if only I knew where this would lead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About this time, HBrugby walks in, and we chill for a bit.  At about 1130 she and her friend leave for another bar.  I thought I was in the clear now, for HBwis, and we left to go get her.   We get to that pub to pick her up, I have a beer with her.  And she is with a group of older people (30ihs).   After I get there, a few of them decide to go to this new dance bar, so HBwis tell me to meet her there.  This bar is next door to the irish pub w/HBindia, so I told her I'd to the irish pub and maybe meet her over at the dance bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So me and my boys leave that bar w/o HBwis, and go to the irish pub.  I open HBindia who was looking fucking money.  A bunch of my friends are there too, big crowd good times.  I don't get to talk to HBindia much, because there was some drama going down between a friend of mine and this ex boyfriend of several years ago. Not worth mentioning too much.  I got a 1L to put lipstick on my cheek, but it wasn't dark enough to really standout.  I like that idea though, from now on, whenever a friend has lipstick on, I'm getting her to kiss my neck or cheek...definite social proof there.  So I'm there chillin, and in walks HBwis, by herself.  She comes over gives me a big hug, and is super flirty, of course in front of India who was glancing at me repeatedly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 10min later, in walks HBrugby.  Haha, didn't see that happening.  So at this point, I've decided to run with HBwis AGAIN, because I'm already pretty much obligated to getting her home that night.  I talk to HBrugby for a bit, and I notice that HBwis gets really weird when other girls are around me &amp; flirty.  She has the tendancy to just walk away, and ignore me...i'll elaborate on this later.  I buy her a drink at the irish pub.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So HBwis drags me and my buds over to the dance bar where her older friends are, I paid her cover as she didn't have any cash [yes feeling very AFC here].  I grab her and take her dancing for a bit, then she proceeds to buy me like two shots &amp; a beer...so she played me fair there.  We go dancing again, and HBrugby comes out on the dance floor.  While I was with HBwis, HBrugby comes up from behind on me and starts grinding.  HBwis immidiately walks away...which HBrugby apoligizes to me for scaring her off, and she walks away too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HBwis goes and talks to her friends for a bit.  Meanwhile, my friend explains how HBwis has to like me, because she always glances at me when I am talking with another girl, and you can tell she gets a little jealous.  Haha, so I of course start grinding on every girl I can.  She comes up to me, grabs me, and kisses me.  Then leads me around by the hand.  I squeeze, she squeezes back...I'm getting some great fucking signals from her this night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We split up, and I talk to my buds for awhile.  Meanwhile, HBwis is talking to her friends.  I start to notice her friends a little more.  There is a middleaged couple, and an AFC about 28-29ish, the brother to the wife.  As I'm watching, I look away for a second, then I turn back...and I see the wife shove HBwis, and start choking her.  I run up to the fight, and another bud of mine pulled the wife off of HBwis, while I grabbed HBwis.   HBwis yelled a few smart remarks.  and the wife was tossed from the bar.  So I'm kinda shocked at this display, and HBwis explains to me that apparently, her brother has a major crush on her, and that it wast a bitch move to be kissing me and grinding on me.   I guess they went on a few dates back in like October, but the dude is so AFC, she never did anything with him.  Drunk HBwis told her to fuck off and called her white trash, which caused the fight.   In a way, it kinda made me smile, being the cause of a catfight is a rare and unique feeling to have.     ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now HBwis is pretty shooked up, and about to cry, which is to be expected.  A few more shots, and more dancing was my cure.   Club closes, and the roommate of Bflorida [who was gone that weekend w/her old bf...haha] was having afterhours.  So we go to leave, and HBwis is talking to the AFC and the husband for like 20 minutes outside of the bar.  My friends were getting restless as it was fucking cold, but I asked HBwis during this long chat w/the AFC, and she replied "Don't worry darius, I'm coming home with you."  Sweet tits.  When she finally leaves the AFC to walk with me, I could see she was pretty upset, and holding back tears.  Just as she started to cry, I picked her up and carried her to the car...that certainly put a smile on her face.  Especially as I set her on the roof while I unlocked the door.  Speaking of social proof, while I'm carrying this hot little blonde, a bunch of the 1Ls girls see me, and start whistling...it was good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18970662-114154441868922208?l=darius451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/feeds/114154441868922208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18970662&amp;postID=114154441868922208' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/114154441868922208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/114154441868922208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/2006/03/slutty-spin-bottle-now-hbwis-is-pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>darius451</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11567161861016714796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.iweb.cz/~vecer/fotky/bond/sean09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18970662.post-114118414176153929</id><published>2006-02-28T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T19:35:45.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School Today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, learning the game, searching for a summer associate position, working, being a journal writer, and a law student is a lot of work.  I've noticed things have to suffer, and concessions must be made. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have a feeling I have not been dedicating as much to PUA as I should.  The problem is of course, time--not apathy is my enemy.   Regardless, I will dedicate more time to all PUA.  Instead of watching TV while I eat, I will watch PUA videos.   30 minutes a day before I get to bed, I'll read PUA material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"30 Minutes of PU a Day Will Make the AFC Go Away"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, at school today, I saw HBIndia.  She walked by me, and did the proximity alert.   (I love that Mystery pointed this out, since he has I have noticed how girls often will walk near a guy and hangout to grab his attention...then act all surprised when he says hi--their coyness is so cute).  After she hung out next to me talking to her friend, I noticed her body language...body open toward me, as she chatted.  I ignored her for a minute or so, then she started to turn around to walk away, and I said hi.  "Oh...hi darius, how are you doing"  I love that shy, innocnet grin she has.  I chatted w/her for a bit about last Thursday, and her weekend.  Used a little C &amp;F...and but I didn't close her number.  NOTE:  for those reading, law school is nothing like college...imagine a tiny high school where social value dominates most of the student's actions. &lt;br /&gt;Anyways, India was throwing some great body language at me, and I am making a vow to #/kiss close her tight little ass before spring break.  She has the cutest dimples, so I nicknamed her "Dimples"...which she now responds to. &lt;br /&gt;I should have told her it was nice seeing her dimples outside of class...its ok though, as next time I'll tell her that I'm going to kiss her dimples everytime I see them...which will be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also called HBwis, and left a cute message.  She is very flaky during the week, but she always likes to call me repeatedly on teh weekend.  I understand she is very busy...but I'll have to ponder this more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currahee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18970662-114118414176153929?l=darius451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/feeds/114118414176153929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18970662&amp;postID=114118414176153929' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/114118414176153929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/114118414176153929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/2006/02/school-today-first-off-learning-game.html' title=''/><author><name>darius451</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11567161861016714796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.iweb.cz/~vecer/fotky/bond/sean09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18970662.post-114097640158430125</id><published>2006-02-26T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T09:53:21.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Online Game:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been working this HBasian I met off of myspace I think.   Well I never met her in person.  But I used SS trick to elict her values, and now she is really hooked.   I suggested that we hangout, and she said maybe...so I punished her by saying that was a BS answer, then I logged off.  The next day she bitched at me for logging off like that, but then told me she was interested in me. &lt;br /&gt;Talked to her some more, and really got some great rapport w/her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOALS:  #1 get her # ASAP, and work  out a lunch date sometime.  &lt;br /&gt;#2:  More online game, its fun to practice these lines via IM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18970662-114097640158430125?l=darius451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/feeds/114097640158430125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18970662&amp;postID=114097640158430125' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/114097640158430125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/114097640158430125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/2006/02/online-game-i-have-been-working-this.html' title=''/><author><name>darius451</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11567161861016714796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.iweb.cz/~vecer/fotky/bond/sean09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18970662.post-114097624280375428</id><published>2006-02-26T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T09:50:42.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mike &amp; Joes at Copper Dragon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to a bar/concert last night.   But this story involves a cockblock and a failed # close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, at about 8, I call HBWis, the classmate I had stay over a few times in the previous weekends.  She tells me she wants to go to the concert, and she would leave her car at my place.  She lives about 8 mi away from town, so she didn't want to drive.  I took this, as she was going to pass out at my place, which she has done before.  Haha, seems like a solid plan.  She had two other girls that I know to meet us out at the bar, and two of my buddies came w/.  One of the girls I made out w/once about a year ago, and she is probably the biggest slut in law school...seriously, she screws anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we get out to the bar, and HBwis was already pretty drunk.  We were out dancing, and she found some other girl she knew.  The floor was fucking packed, and HBwis moved toward the front of the stage to be w/her other friend.  Leaving me, one of my buds, and the other two girls behind.  I say HBwis flirting and dancing w/guys, so I took this to mean that the menu was also open for me.  I left the dance floor and wandered around.  I opened a few girls w/the cologne opener, but couldn't get a good set.  One set of girls, totally had their bitch shields up, as they just threw out names then turned their back on me.  Whatever, so I wander around, and back out to the dance floor.  I knew HBwis was trashed as she had been doing long islands, and she is a lightweight (110 lbs tops).  So I wasn't taking it personally if she was flirting w/other guys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, back out dancing.  I notice this lovely little blonde, HBvet, next to me.  She was with a group of girls to my right, and I slowly slided next to her.  As I danced near her, I noticed her slowly leaning toward me more and more.  I also noticed her looking at me and smiling.  Whenever a girl looks at you and smiles...ATTACK!!!   I started leaning into her more, and we kinda swayed on each other.  At time point I asked her why she was trying to dance on me, which she laughed, but then leaned back into me.  We danced for like 20 minutes out there.  Meanwhile, her friends had an eye on her.  About 10 minutes before we were dancing, I remember some random dude started grinding on her, and her friends grabbed her away quickly.   But this time they were looking at me and smiling.  One of them had a really cool earring on, and I should have complemented it...to help "disarm" the obstacles. &lt;br /&gt;After a few songs, and more good grinding, I asked her if she ever got tired from dancing.  She told me she was hot, and needed a drink.  So I suggested we go to the bar for some water.  Then, Mystery kicked in.   I told her to tell her friends we were getting some water, then right as she told her friends, I stepped in and started asking them if HBvet was a nice girl, or if she was gonna try to take advantage of me.  After they all laughed, I asked if it was ok if I take her to get some water, which they gave me the thumbs up, and I pointed to where we would be. &lt;br /&gt;Damn Mystery, you are so smooth.  The obstacles were disarmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I had no idea where HBwis was, and didn't really care.  I had upgraded.  So over at the bar we were chatting over our water.  Haha, notice I didn't try to be AFC and buy her a drink.  She was pre-vet major, and I was getting some great rapport and body language.  Had her laughing, and plenty of kino.  I used SS to elict her values on why she wants to be a vet, and talked of that warm feeling she gets when she helps animals.  Man, I had her nearly in tears. &lt;br /&gt;I used the SS trick I always use, and found out she was definitely attracted to me.  NOTE:  She was the first to point out the bad thing to her right, which is very odd.  This might have suggested she was still dating a guy, or at least still had feelings, but who knows...I'll have to test this out more. &lt;br /&gt;Then she asked my age, I used some C&amp;F on that one, and told her mine.  Now this got wierd, as she kept saying that she was too young for me.  Which was a disqualifier, I used some C&amp;F with that, but she seemed to make an issue out of it.  At this point hte bar was closing, so I told her how busy law school keeps me, and said "I am having a lot of fun talking to you, would you be interested in hanging out sometime?"  peeps out there....&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;please&lt;/span&gt; let me know what your thoughts on this one was.  HBvet replied that she was too young for me, but we should hangout at that bar sometime.  I replied that if age is an issue, then we should just have a good time now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now...I turn around, and behind me is HBwis, who is really drunk, and my other friends who are all watching me in action.  I kinda panicked, as I didn't know what to do w/HBvet, or how long they were back there watching me.  I think I gave her a half-assed hug, and told her she should go find her friends.  So HBvet walked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HBwis comes up to me now, and hugs me.  She is plastered.  Her friend, the slut, now starts mother henning her drunk ass.  Somehow, the slut decided that HBwis needed to go home w/her.  As we are walked out of the bar, the slut has her arm around HBwis, practically shielding her away from me.  Now the slut could not have been pissed i was flirting, cause wis was flirting and dancing w/other guys all night long.  But as we left the bar, I suggest after hours, which HBwis wanted to do.   The slut immidiately shot that idea down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't get in to HBwis, cause the slut was shielding her from me.  But we back to my car, cause wis stuff was in it.  As we go back there, I continue to talking about hanging out after the bar, which slut was shooting me down.  At my car, HBwis grabs me and kisses me a few times once I get her coat, then she and slut leaves.&lt;br /&gt;Slut totally cockblocked me, because it was stupid for her to drive HBwis home.  As her car was at myplace.  The only reason I coudl think of was that the slut was jealous that she didn't have any cock in her ass that night, so she didn't want HBwis to have any either. &lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna figure out what happened, cause I had the perfect set up to make out w/HBwis.  If slut hadn't shown up to the bar, I would have been making out.  HBwis was interested, via the interest in coming to my place for afterhours and the kissing.   DAMN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any thoughts on the slut's actions?   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways:  I think I hsould have been more aggressive as we left the bar.  Granted it happened so fast how HBvet left and HBwis came back, then we left the bar immidiately, so I couldnt' really think.   I should have had HBwis hop on my back, then walk her back to my car.  Hopefully slut would have got the picture then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOALS:&lt;br /&gt;#1: As BG suggested.   CLOSE! CLOSE! CLOSE!  Just like in marketing, always be closing a deal.&lt;br /&gt;#2:  Open more, I didn't feel like I opened enough sets.&lt;br /&gt;#3:  Research more body language.  I really need to get this down.  I notice it alot more, and how I should stand and such, but I need to hone this skill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18970662-114097624280375428?l=darius451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/feeds/114097624280375428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18970662&amp;postID=114097624280375428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/114097624280375428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/114097624280375428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/2006/02/mike-joes-at-copper-dragon-we-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>darius451</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11567161861016714796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.iweb.cz/~vecer/fotky/bond/sean09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18970662.post-114081039918075711</id><published>2006-02-24T11:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T11:46:39.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ethnic Party Night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party was a sham, especially as we had to pay $5 to get in.   And we were also the only whites there.  The hispanic honeys were looking good though...all 5 of them.  We left as the place was dead, but I did tlak to the two hispanic hunnies from the previous post.  Its a shame both have BFs.  I really have great rapport w/the hunny that I did the SS trick on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Irish bar, and the 1Ls were thick.  I talked to HBIndia for awhile, and tried the SS trick on her.  Unfortunately we got interrupted twice.  But she told me that I should show her that sometime, as she was really interested....those psych majors get fascinated by it.  Of course that was a cue to get her number...but I'll get it next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, HBTherapist was there with her friend.  I talked to her for a bit, joked around and such w/some C &amp; F, but I didn't get great rapport.  Next time, I'm using SS on her and eliciting some values.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOALS:  Tonight I will go out and my goal is to kiss/# close a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currahee, one week at a time, I will be a PUA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18970662-114081039918075711?l=darius451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/feeds/114081039918075711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18970662&amp;postID=114081039918075711' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/114081039918075711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/114081039918075711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/2006/02/ethnic-party-night-party-was-sham.html' title=''/><author><name>darius451</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11567161861016714796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.iweb.cz/~vecer/fotky/bond/sean09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18970662.post-114080986149926297</id><published>2006-02-24T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T11:37:41.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Two weeks off, back in the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I focused on law school, and interviews.  Hopefully a summer job will come through. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out last Friday at the frat bar.  I opened a few sets, but I didn't proceed far.  I like the cologne opener, as it seems like a sly way to find out if a girl has a bf.  I addedthe phrase "I want to know what cologne you'd get your BF"...which also helps lead into the story.   The girls responded what their bf wears, which immidiately allowed me to move on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also learned more about what Mystery means by ignoring the target.  I walked up to a 2 set w/an UG and a HB who were sitting.  I opened both properly, but after listening the the HB's answer, I turned my shoulder so that I was blocking out the HB as I leaned in to the UG.  The UG was very receptive, and I noticed the HB peeking in.   I left, which was probably wrong, but the HB was eyeing me heavily and smiling at me when I walked by later.  The prob in the club is that it was so loud it was hard to talk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No number closes, but did open a few, and learned a few more things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STAY IN THE SET LONGER!   I need to stay in there for another minute or two.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18970662-114080986149926297?l=darius451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/feeds/114080986149926297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18970662&amp;postID=114080986149926297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/114080986149926297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/114080986149926297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/2006/02/two-weeks-off-back-in-game.html' title=''/><author><name>darius451</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11567161861016714796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.iweb.cz/~vecer/fotky/bond/sean09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18970662.post-113976898254778590</id><published>2006-02-12T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T10:29:42.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Saturday Night, by old bud is in town...and the hunnies are in need of attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So late in the evening, before we go out, I review my routine and some other SS materials.   This night I was gonna work my game.  I also worked some hardcore online game w/Baccountant &amp; Bbisexual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 5 of us head out to this party at this African chick's pad.  It was pretty damned cold this weekend, so we drove.   After some logistics difficulties, we make it there.  At first there was only a few girls there and us.  The rest of the guys were stacked in the corner, and the girls in the kitchen...very middle school like. &lt;br /&gt;Haha, that would have been me three months ago...but not tonight.   I start off opening this UG6 from Venezualia.  Her bf [I think] was there next to her, but I really got her talking about her home country and their president.  Really opened her up.  SS is absolutely accurate that when you learn a value that a woman possesses, if you mention it you can just see her become attracted to you, and her become closer to you.  The body language changes, and the tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, a load of Bs came in.  There were two cute ones.  HBPistachio (her name was asticha, haha) and HB1/2 [halfmexican/irish].  &lt;br /&gt;After working around, I ended up telling a few load jokes with the guys...and basically tried to give off this funny, AMOG attitude.  I wore around this clothespin on my nipple...other things to show I wasn't trying to impress the girls.&lt;br /&gt;Then I opened HBPist, I believe I just asked how they new Nulu [who is an HB herself].   I worked in a few jokes about their sorority, and continued to gain rapport and be funny.  HBpist actually asked me what I went to school for...now I finally noticed something...girls will try to pull their friends away from a guy they don't approve of.  But once that guys gathers the groups rapport, they back off and isolate the two.  After only a minute or two of fluff talk, I got the group to entirely turn their back on me and HBpist.  HBpist was throughing me all kinds of body signals...leaning in to me, playing with hair, etc.   MEAHWHILE...HB1/2 was eyeing me from a short distance away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to talking about HBpist and want she likes and what she wants to do with her future.   I worked the passionate angle, and gathered HUGE rapport with her.  Then I started talking about the frat system at WIU...which brought out that she had a bf from WIU.  There was a lull, which I let sit for a bit while I sipped my beer.  I was also interrupted by the guys.  HBpist was pulled away to take pics, and I immidiately left the spot...I don't linger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later, I rengaged a set of them in the kitchen, asking about cologne...got a few responses, but it didn't hook them.  I did get HB1/2's attention, as she did reply the best...AGAIN her friends immidiately turned their backs and isolated us...but I was silent and HB1/2 walked away...ATTRACT then RAPPORT...should have used some jokes on her, or another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...the night goes on.  I work and laugh with the guys again.  Now the guys are in the kitchen w/me and the girls in the other room.  One of the guys I don't know wanted to salsa dance with the girls for some reason.  He was kinda of a tool.  So he was out there doing his thing with the girls, and more people walked in.  Some brothas and some VERY attractive asian women.  One of them walked in an immidiately shook my hand.  Very soft and meek, but I couldn't remember what that meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, in the kitchen HB1/2 walked by, and I hooked her with a few questions about the sorority.  Then I found out she was graduating, so I worked with her major and what her career path is.  She was a psych major, so i knew she would like to learn about NLP.  I used the anchor trick on her, and she ate it up...we were totally isolated. and I was gathering HUGE points.   I continued to work my body language to match hers. &lt;br /&gt;Also worked in the Vday opener on her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN her friends decided to leave.  She walked off, but then came back and made a point to say how nice it was to meet me, and we should go to carboz to hangout with them.   I was just starting to use the SS line about what we should do, but I fumbled it...she giggled and walked off...i don't think she even heard a word i said...this is called CHOKING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY she walks off and the toolshed just grabs her and asks her to go salsa some time, and she gives him her number.  I was kinda pissed.  So we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the Asian party, met up with the hot jap girls.  Chatted with them for a bit, but i failed to use game on them...dumbass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to irish pub, saw a Bolder chick by herself...didn't open her...dumbass.  I guess I kinda went on tilt after HB1/2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROS:&lt;br /&gt;Game is getting better.  I'm definitely starting to seperate myself from the AFCs.  Its all starting to come together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOALS:&lt;br /&gt;Need to work on more stories.  I need to capture the HOOK point.&lt;br /&gt;How a girl shakes your hand...review it!!!&lt;br /&gt;Focus on school.  I have dedicated a lot of time to PUA, but school comes first.  For the first time since I came across this material,   I am taking a week off of studying PUA...but the game will still go on...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18970662-113976898254778590?l=darius451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/feeds/113976898254778590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18970662&amp;postID=113976898254778590' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/113976898254778590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/113976898254778590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/2006/02/saturday-night-by-old-bud-is-in-town.html' title=''/><author><name>darius451</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11567161861016714796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.iweb.cz/~vecer/fotky/bond/sean09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18970662.post-113970049429755920</id><published>2006-02-11T15:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T15:28:14.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Mighty Mothab is back:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from his recent interveiw w/ HBKimberley:  he posted the following that really hit the spot:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Let the woman chase, you are the prize, she isn’t, very good point Kimberly! I mean at the end of the day it’s not the woman chosing, it’s the man, the man can choose to approach anyone he likes, the woman can only choose from the guys that approach her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;- NEVER buy a girl a drink, it gives a needy vibe, it says you are an excuser/supplicator (study PUA Shark if you don’t know what this means), it means you need to buy her affection, she can buy MY affection, I’m not tight, but I don’t like to buy people things if they don’t deserve it, first I’d like to find out if she is good enough for me.&lt;/p&gt; - Good point, don’t start asking too many questions after opening, it’s looks like your desperate for rapport, you’re too needy while doing that, instead talk about 5 interesting topics, topics that interest woman, please DON’T talk about work or where she is from, talk about what her hobbies are, if she has travelled a lot, talk about food, relationships, music, childhood, interesting stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can also qualify her from the beginning, say something like, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you are beautiful, but beauty is common, you’re lucky in the gene pool, so what? Great outlook on life and positive energy are exceptional, if you would have to name three things that make you special, what would they be&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18970662-113970049429755920?l=darius451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/feeds/113970049429755920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18970662&amp;postID=113970049429755920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/113970049429755920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/113970049429755920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/2006/02/mighty-mothab-is-back-from-his-recent.html' title=''/><author><name>darius451</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11567161861016714796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.iweb.cz/~vecer/fotky/bond/sean09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18970662.post-113969576053859921</id><published>2006-02-11T13:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T14:09:20.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Friday Out and About:   Speed Seduction is Lethal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week I have really emersed myself in SS.  I watched the LA99 seminar, and really tried to study it.  So, out at the Irish pub again, armed with my routine.  I have also been writing down funny stories and jokes, to remember if the set isn't biting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So out at the bar...lots of people.  The 1Ls were out in force, and so was the rest of my class.  Immidiately, I saw a 3 set that was sitting down.  Very hot, but there were no more seats.  I probably should have approached, but I had that warning from Mystery not to stoop over them. &lt;br /&gt;Next, one of my classmates was w/2 HBs at a table with an empty seat.  I went over and chatted, and there was a blonde HB that was VERY receptive.  HBPhysicalTherapsts.  Her friend left, which left me with my classmate and her.  I backed out of the set, cause i thought my bud was working on her.  I probably should have stayed, but i did open her, and interact with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next set,  I saw the B med student from last semester.  I forgot what I named her, the one i used mothab's line about buying her lunch as a friend.  She was really flirty with me, and she had several cute friends.  A very tall and curvy one, HBBrunette I was particually found of. &lt;br /&gt;BMedS flirted with me for awhile, but she was a tough nut to crack.  I did use my cologne opener, and story.  The opener worked, but I could see their interest trail off as i went through my story. &lt;br /&gt;WHY?  I didn't say...can i ask you a quick question?  well that is my reason why, unless my story is just boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as story A crashed, I used some C&amp;F to keep the humor going, but I could tell the girls were losing interest. &lt;br /&gt;I asked HBBrunette where she was from, which helped me build rapport, cause one of my classmates was from the same twon and she knew him.  But I wasn't able to work on more...mainly cause BMedStudent grabbed me and pulled me away to get a drink...which was a good thing right?  She asked me if i needed another, and pulled me away by the hand...&lt;br /&gt;NOTE:  I should have used the D&amp;S professors banging student story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I am getting a drink...BWisconsin comes in.  She stayed at my pad a few weeks earlier, and this night is after me too.   Bwis grabs me and pulls me away from Bmed.   So I flirt w/her for a few seconds and then go to Bmed.  Bmed saw what happened and later went back to her table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Bwis is all over me, being flirty.  the more she drinks the flirtier she gets.  so i knew i had her.  i used a little SS on her, about making out with me...which worked perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, i saw Bwis giving me the evil eye the rest of the night...before she left alone.&lt;br /&gt;Bwis came home with me, and we made out for a little bit before I took her to the train station.&lt;br /&gt;But, in my drunken state I used the Gemini pattern on her...BIG mistake!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is fucking powerful, as i fucked it up, but she still was all over me.  Hell she called me 3 times in a 12 hour period....dont underestimate SS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight, i'm going out again, thinking of giving Bmed a call...but it was a good night.  I didn't # close anyone, but i did bring home a 110 lb blonde...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good night to be sarging ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully tonight will bring more fun for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep pluggin out there boys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18970662-113969576053859921?l=darius451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/feeds/113969576053859921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18970662&amp;postID=113969576053859921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/113969576053859921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/113969576053859921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/2006/02/friday-out-and-about-speed-seduction_11.html' title=''/><author><name>darius451</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11567161861016714796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.iweb.cz/~vecer/fotky/bond/sean09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18970662.post-113952660130074418</id><published>2006-02-09T14:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T15:10:01.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've already noticed a change in my inner game.   Look at my caption below the title of my blog...It used to say "AFC trying to improve his life"   I had to change it after listening the DYD and SS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wise Yoda once said "Do or do not, there is no try"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a long road ahead, but I have achieved harder goals.  Using my experience, I have set my goals at becoming exceptional at attracting and dating women.   There will be many setbacks, and some great victories, but in any war, or any adversity, the key is to continue to move forward.&lt;br /&gt;There is no benchmarks here, or no specific point in which I will complete this goal.  There is no decisive victory or specific task to complete, which makes progress that much harder to realize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER,  I WILL MOVE FORWARD ONE DAY AT A TIME, AND NO MATTER WHAT HAPPENS,  I WILL LOOK BACK AT EVERYTHING I HAVE DONE, AND KNOW THAT I GAVE IT MY BEST.    AND THAT IS ALL THE MATTERS TO ME. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is free, but to really live is an option. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curahee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18970662-113952660130074418?l=darius451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/feeds/113952660130074418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18970662&amp;postID=113952660130074418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/113952660130074418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/113952660130074418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/2006/02/ive-already-noticed-change-in-my-inner.html' title=''/><author><name>darius451</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11567161861016714796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.iweb.cz/~vecer/fotky/bond/sean09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18970662.post-113916167499831967</id><published>2006-02-05T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T14:41:06.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tips from Tyler:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1  The Random Cool Drunk Guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Like Tyler sometimes says, "Be like that drunk guy in the club&lt;br /&gt;that just runs up and starts blurting random stories."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2  The Power Struggle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what happens is this: they start to do things to undermine&lt;br /&gt;your power in the relationship, slowly but surely. The logic&lt;br /&gt;behind it is this: "If I do it slowly over time, he won't&lt;br /&gt;notice it, and simultaneously he'll be investing more and more&lt;br /&gt;into the relationship, so it will be harder for him to just&lt;br /&gt;cut it off. Eventually, I will have him under my thumb."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This stuff is insidious, and even if you're somewhat advanced at&lt;br /&gt;the game, it's difficult to recognize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, though, I've developed a keen sense for this sh!t.&lt;br /&gt;The second some girl pulls this stuff, I get a sickening feeling&lt;br /&gt;in my gut, and I must REMOVE MYSELF from the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell girls this right up front: "If I feel you're trying to&lt;br /&gt;manipulate my feelings in any way, shape or form, I will remove&lt;br /&gt;myself from the harmful situation in a heartbeat." I literally&lt;br /&gt;WARN them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they persist...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go through my phone, and I delete them ALL. No looking back,&lt;br /&gt;no pining and moaning. This isn't something I "try to convince&lt;br /&gt;myself of," either. It's a real feeling. A feeling of EXCITEMENT&lt;br /&gt;as I look to the future and all of the awesome experiences I'll&lt;br /&gt;have with the girls I have YET to meet. I start over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HIT THE RESET BUTTON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the guys in RSD are constantly traveling around, so the&lt;br /&gt;net effect is that they hit the reset button EVERY WEEK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time you do this, it can be a heart-rending process.&lt;br /&gt;All the years of conditioning come flooding back, and you're&lt;br /&gt;really messed up by the experience. But it makes you a stronger&lt;br /&gt;person overall, and when you finally do find that perfect&lt;br /&gt;match, you'll be a better husband and father because you'll&lt;br /&gt;know you didn't SETTLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18970662-113916167499831967?l=darius451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/feeds/113916167499831967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18970662&amp;postID=113916167499831967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/113916167499831967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/113916167499831967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/2006/02/tips-from-tyler-1-random-cool-drunk.html' title=''/><author><name>darius451</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11567161861016714796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.iweb.cz/~vecer/fotky/bond/sean09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18970662.post-113912660394215344</id><published>2006-02-04T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T00:03:23.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Second night...not so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the hippie bar tonight.  Good music, but few sets to approach.  The first set I approached, was a girl that I had kinda been flirting w/for awhile.  She was w/her new boyfriend however, so that kinda fizziled out.  Tonight, I finally learned what Mystery meant by disarming the obstacles.  I chatted w/the boyfriend for a bit, ask him a few questions, and totally won him over in a like a minute.  Hell, he even bought me a beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I could not find any approachable sets, or if I did they scattered before I walk over the crowd to them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, at about 30 min to close I found the PERFECT set.  Two HBs in a corner, chatting and giggling.  I saw one flirting w/an AMOG earlier in the night, and he was standing in her proximity.  I looked that them, got eye contact....and I panicked...I don't know why.  I felt that nervous rush, and I backed out.  I think it was because we made eye contact, which is when I first spotted them, and I panicked cause this was the set I was looking for all night, hell all weekend. &lt;br /&gt;I grabbed another beer, and walked by them AGAIN!  I left feeling totally AFC.  Again, I am about 75% sure this was because they caught me by surprise.  I feel if I had spotted them, was able to collect myself, I would have approached.  Though parts of my game are coming natural (smile, composure), whenever I approach a set, I kinda do this 5 sec meditation where I set myself in the mode, and hit my checklist of things I'm going to say and how it is going to workout.  When I  saw immidiate eye contact, I panicked as I don't think I had 5 seconds to think, then approach.  This was some AFC thinking.  I hunger to go to the next level.  I felt that hunger tonight as I walked away from that set.  THIS CANNOT HAPPEN AGAIN!  I HAVE WORKED TOO HARD TO HAVE RESULTS LIKE THIS.  Each part of my game can be improved, and I am fixing this step by step. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOALS:&lt;br /&gt;1. WHEN IN DOUBT, ATTACK!  WHENEVER SOMETHING UNEXPECTED HAPPEN, ALWAYS ATTACK!&lt;br /&gt;2.  ADD THIS MANTRA TO THE TOP OF MY ROUTINE, WHENEVER I SEE A SET I WANT THE FIRST THING IN MY HEAD TO BE ME OPENING!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18970662-113912660394215344?l=darius451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/feeds/113912660394215344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18970662&amp;postID=113912660394215344' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/113912660394215344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/113912660394215344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/2006/02/second-night.html' title=''/><author><name>darius451</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11567161861016714796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.iweb.cz/~vecer/fotky/bond/sean09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18970662.post-113910529620349049</id><published>2006-02-04T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T18:08:16.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Best Friday of the Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, playing poker--I got my first 4 of a kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a big interview in St Louis, which went really well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The B Florida i've been "working" with, I found out that everyone has been spreading the rumor that she broke my heart...which is fucking awesome cause I was the one that used and losed her...&lt;br /&gt;Its like stealing from cookie jar, and someone else got blamed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been studying SS extensively.  During the interview, I even used a bit to solicit that I was the best candidate for the job...we'll so how that goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is stuff is definetly paying off.  Things like smiling all the time in the bar is getting me a lot more looks.  I smile so much now, that it just seems natural I don't even think about it.&lt;br /&gt;Several girls in my class were out last night, and I worked on all of them.  I tried out my cologne opener and story, which seemed to get some rapport. &lt;br /&gt;I've also been watching for body language too., which I have noticed these girls.&lt;br /&gt;HBIndian &amp; HBBlondeConservative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I plan on using some more SS.  Oh...my SS routine trick...I have VERIFIED that it works only on smart girls.  This is a great way to qualify a girl fast to see how smart she is.&lt;br /&gt;Tried it out last night when I was plastered, didn't work on this UG (who looked HB haha), found out how dumb she was fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to run this routine on the other HBs I'm working on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SS is powerful magic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18970662-113910529620349049?l=darius451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/feeds/113910529620349049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18970662&amp;postID=113910529620349049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/113910529620349049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/113910529620349049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/2006/02/best-friday-of-year-first-off-playing.html' title=''/><author><name>darius451</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11567161861016714796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.iweb.cz/~vecer/fotky/bond/sean09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18970662.post-113816927105320130</id><published>2006-01-24T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T22:07:53.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, here is a complete routine I created.  I have only tried out parts of it, but I'm posting it in hopes of some criticism and to help me understand I am stragically putting myself in a good position to # close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 Select the Target:  Ideally an HB in a set of 3-4 girls standing or setting at a bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 Smile, and 3 sec rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 During approach, put myself in cocky funny mode, as DYD suggests, step into another person and play the role of a smooth character (I always imagine Bill Murray from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stripes&lt;/span&gt;)  I understand I should "act" myself as much as possible, but this seems like a good starting point for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 Start off by capturing their attention with a "how's it going, team? This will only take a sec, but I need a woman's opinion on something..."  I make sure  i'm pointing a shoulder toward my target, but maintaining a casual posture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5 Step into my personal cologne opener, where I explain i'm in the market for new cologne, and want to know whats hot out there.  During this exchage, I ensure that I ask my target's opinion last, but I work my way around the entire group, and use C &amp; F to keep the groups attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6 After I get all of their opinions, and maybe bust their balls on a few picks.  I next move into my Cologne story A, where I explain my skepticism of some women's pics, as an ole GF bought me a real "flowery" cologne, which I was forced to wear cause she bought it for me, then it was later stolen from me during a large keg party (true story), and the gf accused me of tossing it cause she knew i didn't like it.  This story is meant to convey that I am not selfish to my woman's wishes, a bit of humor, and i'm no stranger to a woman.  This also ensures to see how many of the women i have "hooked" and actually pay attention to my tale.  If the girls are sitting, this is my move to slide into a chair while I chat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7 Immidiately after my story, I'll neg the HB if she is hot enough, possibly a high energy cold read like "you look like a power puff girl" etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8 I'll re-engage the whole group w/the BF test or another story/opener such as the Jealous BF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#9 During the BF test, I'll get them to observe the crowd, and attempt to use light kino on my target &amp; maybe her friends  during this brief period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#10 I'll give a cold read and nickname to my target by now.  Anything from her behavior or appearance that is cute, and will get her friends laughing.  Giggles, Princess, Dimples, Sparky, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#11 This should be at about the 5-8 minute mark into the exchange.  I'll make a bet w/the target for a drink that I can read her mind, and make sure I am C &amp; F about it...tell her waittress to put a beer on her tab for me, etc.  I'll perform an ESP test or the SS Mind Test (guess which person they are thinking of by using anchoring).  During these tests, I'll make sure I use calm kino to touch her hands or arms.  Depending on how it works out, I'll make sure I get the group to enjoy the exchange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#12 Now, with a drink in my hand or a beer in hers probably at 10-12 minute, I'll fluff talk the group.  But focus a little more on my target, maybe now try to isolate her a little from the group.  Always ensure to be C &amp; F w/the convo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#13 After a few minutes of fluff, especially right after she appears really glad to chat w/me, I stand up, or lean away mentioning I need to return to my friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#14 Depending on my targets reaction to my immidate need to leave, I'll tell her that she should bring her group to another nearby bar later, as I'll be around OR I'll use Mystery's line of "What do you think we should do to continue this convo sometime."...NOTE I need pointers on this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#15 Point to my cheek for  a kiss  goodbye before I leave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I strut away, I'll have her number and this whole interaction should not have taken more than 20 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Please, make as many comments on this as possible,  this is not what I will apply in every situation, but this is my "ideal" situation, and my ideal outcome.   Thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18970662-113816927105320130?l=darius451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/feeds/113816927105320130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18970662&amp;postID=113816927105320130' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/113816927105320130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/113816927105320130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/2006/01/ok-here-is-complete-routine-i-created.html' title=''/><author><name>darius451</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11567161861016714796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.iweb.cz/~vecer/fotky/bond/sean09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18970662.post-113796515887208467</id><published>2006-01-22T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T13:25:58.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Third Night Out In A Row:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, not many targets at this bar.  A few of us went to the grad student bar for awhile.   There were a lot of older people there, however one group of UG girls w/a blonde 8 sat down at a nearby table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have approached them, however, the group had a guy w/them.  Like a fool I didn't approach, for some reason I am not comfortable enough to approach a group of girls w/guys present as well.  The addage "you'll never know until you try" really set in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, one of our companions did decide to hit on them.  He approached the table, and tried to flirt w/on the HB8.  He lasted maybe 1 minute tops w/them, and they all shot him down.  I watched their body language, girls looking away while they drink, rolling their eyes, forced smiles, he really went down in flames.   The biggest thing was that all the girls told him that they know HB8 was the hottest one in the group and she gets hit on all the time.  It made perfect sense.  Though I haven't sparred really at all this weekend, I have observed alot of behavior, which has helped me immensely.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back on it, he should have approached the ENTIRE group, as all of the other girls quickly lost interest when he talked to the HB8, she in turn also lost interest, as her friends kept complaining how she always gets hit on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, I observed a brotha hit on one of the HGs in the group, w/the guy present.  He opened just her, and chatted w/her for maybe 4 minutes.  The group at first noticed, then immidiately started talking w/each other.  Her friends approved of him, and did their best to avoid conflict w/the brotha.  I didn't see him get her #, so I don't know how that went down, but by approaching the UG, he dissarmed the rest of the group immidiately.   There is a HUGE difference in how you approach the group, and the reactions both guys got. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More class and football today.  But I plan on asking out the CPA and HB Jenay I have been working on online lately.   Cocky funny all the way, lets see how far David Deangelo will carry me w/these too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18970662-113796515887208467?l=darius451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/feeds/113796515887208467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18970662&amp;postID=113796515887208467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/113796515887208467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/113796515887208467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/2006/01/third-night-out-in-row-again-not-many.html' title=''/><author><name>darius451</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11567161861016714796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.iweb.cz/~vecer/fotky/bond/sean09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18970662.post-113790232558554439</id><published>2006-01-21T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T20:02:59.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Second Night Out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends had a party, which was a good time. He passed out early, but his friends and I went out. While we were at his party, there was a new girl that some of the new guys brought. She was probably a 8 w/massive D's on her little frame. Call her HBnose ring. Now during party's, when I get drunk I am usually the wild drunk guy at the party. Last night I didn't let anyone down.&lt;br /&gt;HB NR was flashing smiles at me all night, but I assumed she was dating one of the guys that brought her there. I made good eye contact, and noticed her presenting her D's to me repeatedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ignored her most of the evening, but later on we went out to the bar. While at the bar, one of the guys was hitting on her hardcore, later he moved on. All of us went to the dance floor, and the HB was dancing around. She pointed to two of us, including me, and mentioned that we should find some girls to dance with. The smart thing would have been for me to just grab her and grind on her, but instead I grabbed a nearby brunette and started chatting w/her.&lt;br /&gt;After like 15 seconds of chat, I grinded all over this cute brunette, which was a fun time. However, she was a flirt and just hungry for attention. Meanwhile, I noticed that the HB was staring at me while I danced, and another one of the guys started grinding on the HB. Shortly after, time is hard to follow at this point in the night, the group left, and I left the brunette on the dance floor. I probably could have picked her up, but at this point I realized that the HB was single, and would be a better target. On the stumble home, another one of the guys hung on her. What I noticed was that she wasn't really a flirt, but she was just trying to fit in w/the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got back to my place, and everyone left shortly after in search of one of our brethren that we lost track of.  Unfortunately I was unable to close the HB.&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learned:  Attack the Target!  If I had just asked one of the guys earlier in the night if she was single, I would have been able to set her up just right. &lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I failed to take advantage of the situation immidiately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I have been watching Ross Jeffries 99 seminar, very good.  I also reread the Body Language book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18970662-113790232558554439?l=darius451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/feeds/113790232558554439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18970662&amp;postID=113790232558554439' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/113790232558554439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/113790232558554439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/2006/01/second-night-out-my-friends-had-party.html' title=''/><author><name>darius451</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11567161861016714796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.iweb.cz/~vecer/fotky/bond/sean09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18970662.post-113779148354704100</id><published>2006-01-20T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T13:11:23.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First week of school, no fish to bait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, first time out, I decide to try out a few new things.  I took Style's advice, and folded up my entire routine in my wallet.   However, this night was filled w/sausage.  The few girls I see out are surrounded by guys.  My buds and I chose another bar, which was also filled w/sausage.  There was only one 8 that I got a look from, but she turned her back to me, so I took it as a negative look.  I need to reread the Body Language book to figure out the way she looked at me was a plus or minus.  Regardless, I should have at least tried to open her either way, especially as that was the lone opportunity I had all night.  I really am not comfortable w/my game enough to start AMOG destryoing, but hopefully in a month or two I'll be a competent AMOG destroyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOALS:&lt;br /&gt;#1:  REREAD BODY LANGUAGE MATERIALS.&lt;br /&gt;#2:  SIEZE ANY OPP THAT COMES MY WAY ASAP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18970662-113779148354704100?l=darius451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/feeds/113779148354704100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18970662&amp;postID=113779148354704100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/113779148354704100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/113779148354704100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/2006/01/first-week-of-school-no-fish-to-bait.html' title=''/><author><name>darius451</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11567161861016714796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.iweb.cz/~vecer/fotky/bond/sean09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18970662.post-113624917280035854</id><published>2006-01-02T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T16:46:12.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Down Time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I am on break, I am rereading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Game&lt;/span&gt; and trying to suck as much info as possible out of it.  The book has excellent references which I am compiling a list of.  Hopefully I'll post all the various game tips for quick reference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would also like to make quick reference sheets for Mystery, DYD, and Ross Jeffries.   I'm not sure on the legal issues of this, but as long as I reference and cite them I'm thinking I should be ok.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goal is to try to make a similar chart on my PUA Map I found...but w/complete routines.   I've had some success so far w/charting out.  And it seems wise to create a chart for almost every situation.  I am noticing now that I have come into contact w/HBs when I am on the street and find myself having a hard time to act.   I now all of this PUA is merely a crutch, but I feel like it boost confidence when you have a set routine...just like doing a speech or acting out a role in a play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my cheat sheets or maps already exist, please post and let me know where so I can link them to my site.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18970662-113624917280035854?l=darius451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/feeds/113624917280035854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18970662&amp;postID=113624917280035854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/113624917280035854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/113624917280035854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/2006/01/down-time-as-i-am-on-break-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>darius451</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11567161861016714796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.iweb.cz/~vecer/fotky/bond/sean09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18970662.post-113618871573506915</id><published>2006-01-01T23:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T23:58:35.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bars Back Home Night 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is New Years night out, so I was a little drunk.  My friend back home is a good sarging buddy and I introduced him to some of the concepts on the first night.   This night would be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We make it out to this new bar that has like 4 different parts.   I don't think I made an approach before 12am, but I had a new opener...I'm in the market for a new cologne, so I was asking girls what they thought was the best.  Then my second was women's thoughts on the french cuffed shirts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we were sitting at a table in the lounge, and this 7.5brunnette Tongue Ring [TR] was sitting at a table by herself on the phone.  As soon as she hungup and stood up, I immidiatley opened her.  She came over and actually set down and chatted w/us.   She stayed and talked w/us for awhile before her friends came over and drug her away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next...I used the same line on this group of hotties at the bar buying shots.  I got good responses from them, but I failed to really give them a hook to catch their attention.  They each gave me their opinion, but then they went back to what they were doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on the balcony, I stood next to this 7.5 HBDimples, and opened her.  She gave me alot of her opinions on it, then I negged her shirt, which she somehow took as a compliment.  Then I called her dimples from her smile.   She laughed, and asked my name...==IOI!.   We chatted for a bit, and I failed to do any cold reads on her.  Her UG friend then got pissed and pulled her away.   FAILED TO DISARM OBSTACLE!   However, she told me repeatedly that she would be around and we should chat again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I immi went to find my buds and opened a few other groups of girls.  I noticed that usually there would be one or two in a set that ignored me, but usually at least one who really leaned in and appeared intrigued.   However, I always felt odd trying to flirt in front of the friends who gave me little attention.   DISARM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so Dimples comes back around, and I start talking to her again.   This time I use the ESP trick for the first time.  This REALLY caught her attention.   In fact, halfway into it, UG returned and tried to drag her away AGAIN.   We finished, and she didn't pick 3 or 7.   Then she left.  Later in the evening I saw her sitting w/this older bald guy.  She did tell me she was a single mom, so she was likely looking for a suga daddy.  Sometimes I should drop my major on these types.   SOCIAL VALUE!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also went dancing w/a random girl for awhile and madeout w/her  I was kinda drunk and don't remember this however.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I opened probably 8-9  sets of the hottest girls in the bar.  For the first time I really did well.  So far I haven't had any bad luck.  I noticed that the first set is the hardest, then after that its just like anything else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm also working on my school book page for some girls too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LESSONS and FINAL THOUGHTS:&lt;br /&gt;#1  DISARM OBSTACLES&lt;br /&gt;#2  PLANNING OPENERS AND SETS MAKES A HUGE DIFFERENCE IN THE SET&lt;br /&gt;#3  LEARN A HOOK OR HOW TO GRAB ATTENTION OF THE GROUP&lt;br /&gt;#4  ABOVE ALL, GO TO THE BAR LOOKING TO HAVE FUN...SARGING IS FUN NOT A TASK OR CHORE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18970662-113618871573506915?l=darius451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/feeds/113618871573506915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18970662&amp;postID=113618871573506915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/113618871573506915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/113618871573506915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/2006/01/bars-back-home-night-2-this-is-new.html' title=''/><author><name>darius451</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11567161861016714796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.iweb.cz/~vecer/fotky/bond/sean09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18970662.post-113618765502789434</id><published>2006-01-01T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T23:40:55.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fun over Break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was back home for a few weeks, and I went out twice.   Over this break I dedicated alot of time reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Game&lt;/span&gt; again, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mystery Method&lt;/span&gt;, and Ross Jeffries SS.   For the first time, I sat down and actually charted out a complete #close routine.   That seemed to help immensly when I got out in the field.    During each set I approached I knew exactly what to say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first night out, I started off w/the jealous GF opener.   I approached a 2set of a 7.5 blonde and her UG friend.  It was reunion night or something in town, so there were alot of people remininsencing not a great night for sarging.  Anyways, as I approach and open&lt;br /&gt;'Hey there, this will only take a second, but I need a woman's opinion on something."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.5 halted the convo to pay attention, but the UG continued her banter and ignored me for about 5 seconds before she ended and also turned to me.   When I approached, I did it at an angle and to the face of the UG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so they both agree to listen, and I use the line.&lt;br /&gt;Now at this point, the 7.5 gave her brief opinion, then the UG drug it out and had an opposite opinion.  I pointed this contrast out, and they both then said they DO agree w/each other.  NOTE:   this has happened in the past, and the girls ALWAYS say they agree w/each other even if what they said was completely opposite.  Very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;But then I just kinda excused myself after I exausted this subject.  Which was stupid, because the 7.5 was playing w/her hair and smiling at me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18970662-113618765502789434?l=darius451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/feeds/113618765502789434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18970662&amp;postID=113618765502789434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/113618765502789434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/113618765502789434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/2006/01/fun-over-break.html' title=''/><author><name>darius451</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11567161861016714796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.iweb.cz/~vecer/fotky/bond/sean09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18970662.post-113493465538937199</id><published>2005-12-18T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T11:37:35.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night of Binge Drinking:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, back at the Irish pub.   This night, I kinda got a cold, and all the drinking has caught up to me.  Sure enough, the place was littered with HBs everywhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand that positive energy is a big key to attraction.   I show up, feeling ok at best, and I didn't get the usual looks.    The smile is coming naturally now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend introduced me to several cuteys, but I wasn't feeling it.   I negged two, with the nails line...but I really didn't have the energy to press it home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm....like I said before, I need to make a choice PREBAR before I am going to sarge or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18970662-113493465538937199?l=darius451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/feeds/113493465538937199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18970662&amp;postID=113493465538937199' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/113493465538937199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/113493465538937199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/2005/12/last-night-of-binge-drinking-ok-back.html' title=''/><author><name>darius451</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11567161861016714796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.iweb.cz/~vecer/fotky/bond/sean09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18970662.post-113476507535293176</id><published>2005-12-16T12:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T12:31:15.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bar Hopping...Finals Week Pt 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note 1...I need to make a conscious effort to STAY SOBER!!!!!   Its hard to game when you are drunk!&lt;br /&gt;Alright, last night went out w/the boyz again.  First at the usual Irish pub.  Its packed in there, and as I'm talking to friends.  I notice a girl who is also in the same program as me.  I have never talked to her, but I have saw her around many times.  I chat with one of my friends, whom she is also talking to.  She is standing there next to me throwing signals...glancing at me, playing with her hair, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just look at her, and open with "You look familar, aren't you a grad student in my program?"&lt;br /&gt;Open her fairly well, get her talking about her program, I even get some kino as she grabbed my arm to lean in to answer my questions.  Even get her opinion on a few things.   However, I couldn't find a way to phase shift.  I didn't neg her, or do anything like that.  I should have used a good story or got her laughing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after maybe 3 minutes or so, this AMOG walks by, and she says hi.  He comes over, and totally dominates me.  I stand there for maybe 20 seconds, and eject.   I grab her arm, shake her hand and tell her I'll see her around some time.  Though it would have been a good time to try to destroy that AMOG.  Also, when I ran out of stuff to say, I just kinda looked at her, and waited for her to say something...hmmm I need to research the opening convo more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well...then one of my boyz got thrown from the bar, so we went to the next one on the strip.  Lots of HBs in this place.   One guy gets a corner chair at the bar, next to him are three HBs sitting down.  He tries to open, and they knock him out.   I step up, and wait for a beer...which took forever...I also waited for the girls to relax, as they had been huddled tight.   When they finally sit back in their chairs, I lean in next to the one, and use the Jealous BF opener.  It works well, get her talking, but then another HB came up, grabbed her, and she walked off.  Now her other friend takes her seat.  I open with the same line...get her talking....then I move on to the "what do you do here?" "how was your finals" and some other AFC BS.   When I SHOULD have moved straight to the cube game.    She was still throughing IOIs and I again failed to phase shift.   Biggest problem was that I was really drunk, so I was having trouble thinking of lines to say.  But I should have # closed both girls at that bar, and probably the other at the first bar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the lines are working better.  They are coming off smoother, and I'm definitely feeling more confident with my overall game.  Also, the eye contact is a fucking great trick.  I also have been walking around with the Indiana Jones grin, which also has a high response. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also. ..HB grill cheese...&lt;br /&gt;I have called her twice, and both times she couldn't go out because of finals.  HOWEVER, she makes a major effort to try to rearrange another meeting ASAP.   She even invited herself to hangout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally...HB Mermaid.&lt;br /&gt;She has also expressed a great interest in hanging out before break, and I hope I can work that in somehow.  She alleges she has an ole jen frame....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I have come pretty far in the past 6 weeks...but there is still much improvment to do.  # closes are critical. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOALS:&lt;br /&gt;Stay sober...make a call early in the night..sarging or drinking.  Perhaps should volunteer to be sober driver would ensure this to happen.&lt;br /&gt;Work on phase shift. &lt;br /&gt;Work on building rapport.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18970662-113476507535293176?l=darius451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/feeds/113476507535293176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18970662&amp;postID=113476507535293176' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/113476507535293176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/113476507535293176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/2005/12/bar-hopping.html' title=''/><author><name>darius451</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11567161861016714796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.iweb.cz/~vecer/fotky/bond/sean09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18970662.post-113460213651598870</id><published>2005-12-14T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T15:15:36.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Grunge Bar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four of my buds and I went bar hopping along our strip.    First bar, there were three chicks total, so we bailed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to another redneck bar, which had a lot of cowgirls, but I didn't approach any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we ended up at the grunge bar which had a lot of cuteys.    There was a really cute waitress, with a shirt that said "SPAIN" on it.  In a real smartass voice I asked her where she got it, in hopes to get a laugh out of her.  I think she must have lacked horsepower upstairs, or just wasn't interested, as she just replied "Spain", rolled her eyes like I was an idiot, then walked off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I saw 3 HBs sitting together at a table.  The prob was, all three had their backs to me, and looked really interested in their convo.  I decided not to approach, because of Mystery's suggestion of never approach girls from behind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there was a very short HB, and I did 1,2,3 approach and open her with the jealous BF line.  It worked fairly well, and I got alot of response and she shared alot with me.  I think I should have pressed more after, or asked something about her.  As after a few minutes, she said "I hope that helps, it was nice talking to you."  and walked away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting better with my routine, and more confident.  I think the biggest step is just getting out there, and getting comfortable talking to the girls.  Also, the routines were designed, and work better on the hotter girls.  It appears that HBs6 and below don't take this too well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18970662-113460213651598870?l=darius451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/feeds/113460213651598870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18970662&amp;postID=113460213651598870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/113460213651598870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/113460213651598870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/2005/12/grunge-bar-four-of-my-buds-and-i-went.html' title=''/><author><name>darius451</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11567161861016714796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.iweb.cz/~vecer/fotky/bond/sean09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18970662.post-113415276714735196</id><published>2005-12-09T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T10:26:07.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Karokee Bar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, last night I am out with a few of my grad school friends.  3 girls (all w/boyfriends), and 2 guys (both were gay haha).  At the bar, the girls I was with were drunk and pretty wild.  They were dancing all over me, and I noticed there was a rather large group of girls (at least 9) that were looking over my way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I glanced at them a few time, and there was two hotties among the nine.  The problem was, I couldn't figure out a way to approach such a large group.  I mean, the sets I have been approaching have all been 2-3...9 seems like a tough set.  How do I entertain all of them?  How do I keep all of their attention?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead of talking to them, I acted AFC and didn't chat to any of them, even though I had alot of eye contact &amp; social proof.  Damn it!  I have to learn how to approach bigger groups, and isolate!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18970662-113415276714735196?l=darius451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/feeds/113415276714735196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18970662&amp;postID=113415276714735196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/113415276714735196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/113415276714735196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/2005/12/karokee-bar-ok-last-night-i-am-out.html' title=''/><author><name>darius451</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11567161861016714796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.iweb.cz/~vecer/fotky/bond/sean09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18970662.post-113415185296484946</id><published>2005-12-09T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T10:10:52.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is a recent post on the Life with an HB Tamer Blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dl id="comments-block"&gt; &lt;dt class="comment-data" id="c000000045"&gt;         At &lt;a href="http://lifewithbg.blogspot.com/#c113373234699069424" title="comment permalink"&gt;10:39 PM&lt;/a&gt;,         &lt;a href="profile/15307859"&gt;darius451&lt;/a&gt; said...       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd class="comment-body"&gt;         &lt;p&gt;Hey, great blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been listening to Double Your Dating, and I have slowly been learning the ropes to sarging. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you'd like to know I am now experiencing, almost verbatum, the same fears you had when you first started. Last night, I was out at a pub with my buddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see these two HBs sit down at a table nearby. 1,2,3, I go over to talk to them. I open up "Hi, this will only take a second, but I need a girls opinion on something."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use the jealous boyfriend opener. and that gets them talking, and laughing just a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then I ask "do you two know each other for awhile?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both look at each other, laugh, and one says "no, we just met tonight, haha" but still in a sarcastic tone (looking at them later, the looked similar enough to be sisters.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laugh, then I suddenly panicked and decided I should go.  So I thank them for their time, and causually walk off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I walked off, I remembered your February posts of leaving a set too early. &lt;br /&gt;What do you think? Should I have stayed longer? If so, how did you learn to deal with that pressure of staying around longer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt totally shocked that the line worked, and captured their interest. I felt like quitting while I was ahead or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again,&lt;br /&gt;darius&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;span class="item-control admin-1761677217 pid-394861023"&gt;&lt;a style="border: medium none ;" href="delete-comment.g?blogID=10502004&amp;postID=113373234699069424" title="Delete Comment"&gt;&lt;span class="delete-comment-icon"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt class="comment-data" id="c000000045"&gt;&lt;a name="c113373761411117111"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;         At &lt;a href="http://lifewithbg.blogspot.com/#c113373761411117111" title="comment permalink"&gt;12:06 AM&lt;/a&gt;,         &lt;a href="profile/6677314"&gt;BG the HB Tamer&lt;/a&gt; said...       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd class="comment-body"&gt;         &lt;p&gt;Well... what does ejecting get you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it get you experience to learn from?&lt;br /&gt;Will ejecting get you a #close or more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now.... do YOU think, you should've stayed longer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you can do in sets is just stack routines. Just have another routine ready, for if the conversation doesn't flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I also did was just try to hang in there for a second.. At first, I'd find that it was very uncomfortable.. and at the moment that I couldn't bare standing around anymore (just after that moment) the girl would say something again, or turn away further (but usually she's initiate another conversational thread).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never tried that with seated sets though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I just hung around for a little bit, not standing in their personal space, but also not too far away to speak to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you can also say something like.. "Hey, I've got an idea, let me introduce you guys to some friends." And then take them back to your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still struggle with holding sets too every once in a while, especially if girls act really cold, or with the first (or first 2) set(s) of the night.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;span class="item-control admin-1761677217 pid-1301737433"&gt;&lt;a style="border: medium none ;" href="delete-comment.g?blogID=10502004&amp;postID=113373761411117111" title="Delete Comment"&gt;&lt;span class="delete-comment-icon"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt class="comment-data" id="c000000045"&gt;&lt;a name="c113374881168521775"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;         At &lt;a href="http://lifewithbg.blogspot.com/#c113374881168521775" title="comment permalink"&gt;3:13 AM&lt;/a&gt;,         &lt;a href="profile/15307859"&gt;darius451&lt;/a&gt; said...       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd class="comment-body"&gt;         &lt;p&gt;I see exactly what you're saying.  I have alot more to lose by leaving a set that is flowing smoothly early, and bailing out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see what you're saying, I guess it just takes the balls to stand in there acting smooth, during those uncomfortable seconds of silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you usually just use one routine after another, or do you use 2-3 then see if they initiate any conversation? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;span class="item-control admin-1761677217 pid-394861023"&gt;&lt;a style="border: medium none ;" href="delete-comment.g?blogID=10502004&amp;postID=113374881168521775" title="Delete Comment"&gt;&lt;span class="delete-comment-icon"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt class="comment-data" id="c000000045"&gt;&lt;a name="c113376891012237054"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;         At &lt;a href="http://lifewithbg.blogspot.com/#c113376891012237054" title="comment permalink"&gt;8:48 AM&lt;/a&gt;,         &lt;a href="profile/6677314"&gt;BG the HB Tamer&lt;/a&gt; said...       &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd class="comment-body"&gt;         &lt;p&gt;I don't really use typical PU-routines, mostly I try to go into the set with something situational and then see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a particular line-up of routines or whatever. I'll chat, and if they're fun, they'll have something to say and there will be a conversation.. If not.. well, plenty more sets out there, right ;-)&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;span class="item-control admin-1761677217 pid-1301737433"&gt;&lt;a style="border: medium none ;" href="delete-comment.g?blogID=10502004&amp;postID=113376891012237054" title="Delete Comment"&gt;&lt;span class="delete-comment-icon"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/dd&gt; &lt;/dl&gt;      &lt;p&gt;     &lt;a class="comment-link" href="comment.g?blogID=10502004&amp;amp;postID=113366935796957274"&gt;Post a Comment&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18970662-113415185296484946?l=darius451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/feeds/113415185296484946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18970662&amp;postID=113415185296484946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/113415185296484946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/113415185296484946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/2005/12/this-is-recent-post-on-life-with-hb.html' title=''/><author><name>darius451</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11567161861016714796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.iweb.cz/~vecer/fotky/bond/sean09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18970662.post-113202939567600576</id><published>2005-11-14T20:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T10:50:29.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First call to BlondeBigBoob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...this is my first post on here...after reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Game&lt;/span&gt; kinda motivated me to chart my adventures out and see where I could use some improvement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight, I called BlondeBigBoob...shes a Blonde7 I #closed on Thursday. It was Monday night, about 920ish, and I gave her a ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now shelives about 50 yards from my apartment, which I intended to use as an excellent reason to visit her unexpected. My intentions were to call her, have about 2 minutes of BS convo, then find a reason to come over to her place. My best line was that the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Daily Show&lt;/span&gt; was coming on at 10, and I wanted someone to watch it with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I call her, she answers, and remembers who I am right away...sweet I'm thinking...but I hear all of this noise in the background. She told me she was at the laundrymat. Without asking how long she had left there, I kinda entered panic mode...so instead of asking if I could come visit, I just told her that our other neighbors (which I am friends with) have parties on the weekends, and I was curious if she would like to come to one sometime...(they really don't but it was the 1st thing that came to mind)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says yes, and that I should call her the next time there is a party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then reply, "sounds good to me, well I guess I'll see you around...bye".&lt;br /&gt;She does the same...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now I fucked up. I know I should have asked right away when she would be back. I tried to plan, which seemed like a solid idea...but then something unexpected happened, and I panicked...got any ideas? suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18970662-113202939567600576?l=darius451.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/feeds/113202939567600576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18970662&amp;postID=113202939567600576' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/113202939567600576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18970662/posts/default/113202939567600576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darius451.blogspot.com/2005/11/first-call-to-blondebigboob-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>darius451</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11567161861016714796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://www.iweb.cz/~vecer/fotky/bond/sean09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
