sometimes, just hearing a situation where a guy is clueless is a great learning tool as you journey through the SMP.
i had only been in jax for a few months. there was a guy in my department, nice guy, but he was fucking hopeless when it came to women. he had just gone through his THIRD divorce, i’m sure you’ll be surprised that the wives initiated, so one of the girls in my department was always taking him out frequently.
how sweet right?
she was a single mom of a 16 year old boy and she was/is on the carousel. so one night, i get a text from my girl So-So asking me to come out with her and the above mentioned girl. i asked, read that again (I ASKED), if it was going to be only the two of them and she assured me it was. of course, i show up and there he his- neomaxizoomdweebieomega. i gave a VERY stern look to So and she mouthed, “i’m sorry” and motioned her head towards the carousel girl (CG).
they were at a local sport bar that’s known for their great ladies night. they (CG) were outside to smoke. i joined them and after 15 minutes i couldn’t deal with the smoke or CG’s screaming for attention at every guy in the vicinity.
oh wait. CG was a 4. seriously. short, quite overweight, and her face is well….you get it. she’s bossy, needy, and relatively masculine. So is a hard 8. 5’6″, asian and slamming rack (especially for an asian chick). she’s very feminine, quite, demure, polite and generally sweet all around; which explains why i don’t mind hanging out with her.
i went to their table and after 10 minutes they came back in. dude sat to my right by the rail, and the girls sat in front of my. there was a tv on the wall in front of me about 10 feet away. dude went to the bathroom, and a few minutes later the girls went. dude came back to the table a few moments after that two girls in mini dresses came in and sat about 6-7 feet in front of use by the bar which was about 10 feet to my left.
suddenly i hear a whispered, “pssst, pssst. dude….” i looked at him and said sternly but quietly, “shut the fuck up.” i went back to looking at tv but the truth is, i was checking the girls from my peripheral. they were ok, pretty cute, but i knew they were with someone despite them being there alone.
then i hear hear douche nugget AGAIN trying to get my attention, but this time it was WAAAAY more obvious. i turned, looked at him and said, “eric. shut.the.FUCK.up.” this time he looked concerned. and went back to looking at the tv. he had been staring right at the girls while trying to get my attention. my skin was fucking crawling and i was setting since now i was omega by proxy.
the girls with us had finally showed up and the first fucking thing CG does is point out the fact that there were 2 girls there, and she pointed at them.
i dropped my head on the table and started shaking it. So knew EXACTLY what CG had done and tried not to laugh by lowering her head. i looked at CG and said, “the fucking work here and they’re meeting up with some guys that work in the kitchen.” everyone at the table froze and CG asked how i knew that.
i pointed out they were standing by the door to kitchen, and i had seen one of them talking to another waitress and said waitress went straight to the kitchen, less than 5 minutes after i pointed out this fact, 2 guys emerged from the kitchen. they all looked at me with complete surprise. eric asked me how i knew they were there to see someone. i pointed out the fact that i had worked in kitchens before and learned kitchen guys always bang the waitress’.
then i looked at eric and said, “and for fucks sake will you quit getting over fucking excited when you see a cute girl. you’re like a fucking beagle puppy when a person walks into the room. TWO- you just had your third wife dump you. i think women should be the last thing on you mind since you obviously suck when it comes to women.”
i should point out had no clue what the ‘Sphere was back then.
what pissed me off the most was i’m pretty sure the girls had notice dick-fuck ogling them, thus making me a herb as well. and then CG points at them and then motioned to us 2 single guys without even considering IF i’d even want to talk to the 2 holes. she just assumed b/c we were single we had an obligation to. fucking modern entitled woman, and she was 35 at the time but still carried herself like a 23 year old party girl.
less then 10 minutes later i informed them i had had enough and was calling it a night. So sent me a text as i was driving home, “dude. i’m sorry. like seriously.” lol.
the lesson here. know your company if you’re out. now you guys know why i hunt alone.
oh, in case you didn’t know Matt’s having a book sale. check it out. all the cool kids are doing it.
Merry Christmas all. I hope everyone reading this site is in the company of those you love and you are filled with the joy of the season. My dad’s mom is coming in for her usual savage Danish traditional dinner, and tomorrow will feature mass and then heading off to my cousins for some Gutierrez revelry. Blessing to you and yours.
the official metairie Christmas song. SOOOOO many local references.
and finally. one of my favorite childhood Christmas stories.
always loved alice in wonderland. read it when i was a kid, but even then i knew it was fantasy tale. but my young aquarian mind ate it up.
well, i was riding the klonapin wave the other night and watching the back end of “the game”. well the end of the movie features “white rabbit” by jefferson airplane. i couldn’t help but notice some similarities to game in the lyrics. i might be stretching, but hey…fucking klonapin man. emphasis mine.
One pill makes you larger (red pill), and one pill makes you small (blue pill)
And the ones that mother (feminists) gives you, don’t do anything at all
Go ask Alice, when she’s ten feet tall (entitled)
And if you go chasing rabbits (women), and you know you’re going to fall (no game)
Tell ’em a hookah-smoking caterpillar (red-pill wise man) has given you the call
Call Alice, when she was just small (humbled)
When the men on the chessboard (game jedi) get up and tell you where to go
And you’ve just had some kind of mushroom (red-pill), and your mind is moving low (leaving blue pill state)
Go ask Alice, I think she’ll know
When logic and proportion have fallen sloppy dead (blue pill mind set dies)
And the white knight is talking backwards (you notice them kissing women’s asses)
And the red queen’s (feminists) “Off with her head”
Remember what the dormouse said
Feed your head, feed your head (the red pill is correct)
like i said, may be a reaching a bit, but i noticed it enough to listen to the song a few times. don’t agree, ok. nothing more to see here, move along. lol.
tonight’s my families Christmas party. i’m taking Lucky and my nephew out after. Lucky took a new red-pill convert out last night after I dropped him off. i’m sure he’ll post as soon as he can. in the mean time, here’s seksi and his gift.
i think one of the things most guys new to game and red-pill face (after approach anxiety ) is outcome independence (OI). most guys tend to equate OI with aloofness. this is too narrow an interpretation. the same as many guys thinking game is tool for helping you get laid. again, a limited definition. a limited definition will only yield limited results. to gain the most benefit from these ideas you must view them with a broader scope
we men are creatures of labor. as such, when we toil we expect to see results, and when we don’t we get frustrated. as we incorporate the red-pill and we open another girl and we get IOI’s, and we neg, and we appear to doing everything right only to have it go to shit it can be a very disappointing. i guess this could offer a nice example
we’ve all been there. and guess what, it’s going to happen MANY MORE TIMES. happens to me quite often.
what’s a man to do? you could be a pussy and quit, give up altogether and move into a travel trailer on a few acr….never-mind. you see my friend nothing will blow a set like a woman sensing a pussy agenda. YES, we all know you’re not chatting her up to discuss the middle east, but….you’re execution mustn’t give off the feeling that this will make or break your day. i mean, you’re not going to quit driving because you keep catching red-lights are you? no, of course not.
so, how does one internalize OI? it’s actually much simpler than you think. it crucial to not give two shits about what happens, and enjoy the moment, have fun. yup, it’s THAT easy. i know it’s much easier to say than to do and i’m sure you were hoping for something more zen. but the fact is, despite the fact being just below the surface that you want to fuck the girl, you can’t come off like you’re investing that much into the interaction with her. a woman can sense an agenda in seconds.
last night i posted the interaction i had with the stripper, i’m sure she knew right away that i wanted to see her nakie. as a matter of fact, after making a few comments about making her squirt and her saying it would be a great time; i told her if it goes down she’d be going back to tampa with a present. she asked what that was and i replied, “a baby.” i got her number without really trying, despite knowing full well that there’s a 2% chance i’m ever going to see her outside the club. but you know what.
1- i didn’t care. 2- i was just having fun.
just KNOWING you can illicit that effect is a very powerful and liberating feeling for a man. i keep telling Lucky, “it’s called “game” because it’s fun. when it isn’t, you shouldn’t be playing.” if she’s being stoic and you’re not getting a playful attitude from her, bail- she’s not feeling you. but what really kills the ability to internalize OI?
one is raging 20 year old hormones. it’s hard NOT to care when you’re a walking hard on 90% of the day and you’ve started getting decent at opening and game in general. the next thing is the entitlement thought process of the typical western 20 year old woman. well, guess what- there’s really not much you can do about these things. BUT….you can keep chomping at the bit and taking the lumps that i’ve told you you’ll encounter in your 20’s. why?
every lump will cement the weakness’ in your game. after time, if you keep at it, eventually you really won’t care about the outcome. does it take time, of course. is it worth it? that’s subjective. i’ve been hanging out with a guy who was a total fucking geek and watching him work now (at 22) would never make me think he had an issue with girls before.
if he can do it, so can you.
tomorrow is the family Christmas party so i’ll try and update. we’ll be having a guest at the party as Lucky will be attending the festivities. that should be pretty interesting since he’ll be meeting my Nephew. You know my nephew, the one I’ve been coaching red pill to since he was 8z tonight i’m going to take Lucky to tulane university.
lastly, i hear there’s been a bit of talk about a louisana family causing some controversy. sorry, but there’s no point in me getting into this especially when other’s have covered it better than i could. personally, I do ‘t have an issue with gays. none. but I DO have an issue that bill mahr still has a gig after saying WAY worse shit than Phil.