I'm sat here at work ploughing through some horribly mundane media management, and I've got my iPod on. Right now, I'm listening to the David Allen Series: Getting Things Done Faster. I'm paying it attention and listening, but I'm not giving it 100% until I get to this. And it made me sit up and take note.
"I'm going to model what it's like to only think once a week. I only think about once a week. It's true, cos when I think, I really think. I go through every single loop in my life, I go through every single thing that needs to be done, I park the results in system that I trust I'll absolutely see at the right time and the right place. You see most people are thinking about how they should be thinking about what they should be thinking about but they never actually finish what they're thikning about so they live in angst. Instead of just thinking "Hey get the thinking done". Then you go out and intuitively respond.
One of my coaches was a Miami Dolphin's Super Bowler, and we traded coaching [...], so when he started to get this, he said David, guess what? Guess where the last place in the world is where you have the ability to think. In the field. You need to have thought all week, and get ready and train, and get ready and train, and get the responses and think options. Cos when the whistle blows and you're out there, anyone who thinks is dead. You have to be free to intuitively respond."
Nothing could be truer of the game.
-B
Wednesday 30 April 2008
Marble Hill Zone
Ok. Saturday night I went out with Phoenix Lune, and "the other dude". It was awesome. Read about that on PL's blog here http://www.theattractionforums.com/forum/showthread.php?t=57232&page=5
Those ending thoughts. Have I been a lazy fucker for the last couple of months? Yeah. Probably. But that's because I'm an inherently lazy person. Laziness is a damn good thing. Too few people are lazy - people run around doing things all the time or working hard. I don't try and work hard, I try and work smart - my aim is always to get as much done as possible, in the smallest amount of time (without sacrificing quality). Trouble is once you do that, you always end up being given more work, but hey, the "principle" is there.
So there we are. I wanted to be able to seduce women. I now can. Why put any more effort in, when I can spend more time optimising other parts of my life, whilst carrying on with my new found skill. I guess, in Sonic The Hedgehog terms, I completed The Emerald Hill Zone (oh and anyone who owns an iPod nano video and who hasn't downloaded the original Sonic should, it's the best). Bandit = PUA level 1.
It wasn't a conscious choice to stop improving - I just found myself less and less interested in learning new techniques. I bought a load of books, which are unread. This blog has been neglected apart from a few posts that do little to demonstrate technique or talk about... well anything other than a few deranged rantings.
.
So. Time to step up. The aim: PUA Level 2.
Once again I've decided it's not enough. Let me think back six months to my original intent. I think, if I were to write down my mission statement at the time, it would have been something like this:
I'm no longer put up with being single and alone. I want to be able to go out and seduce hot women whenever I want. I want to be able to attract the hottest women out there, and have multiple women on the go. I want lots of sex.
Achieved. So, I will now renounce that. It's not good enough dammit. Now:
I will no longer be content with being good. I want excellence. I want to have the hottest women chasing me. I want to have dozens of girls on the go. I want to have to turn down HB10 hot women, because there simply isn't enough time in the day to see them all. I want to be so good that I'm getting women into threesomes, stealing wags from footballers and shagging celebrities.
Yeah. That'll do nicely.
Time to step up to the plate and excel. And I think I'll start by going back over the basics. On Saturday night I was rusty. I didn't feel ill at ease or uncomfortable and I flowed pretty well and did some great cocky-funny stuff. I was very much myself. But - I forgot a load of good openers that I should've remembered. My arsenal of lines is pretty bare, and as as much as I fancy I don't need them as much, not having them is a mistake when you run out of things to say or try and stick to the 3 second rule all the time.
Time to remedy this.
I'm also now a full week into some intense weight training, with the aim of bulking up (well in time for the beach this summer). My entire body aches, and I'm now playing football (soccer) twice a week. This is part of my aim - I want to look so awesome, that women are instantly attracted to my physically and not just attracted by my charm and character.
And I'm going to read all those books I bought and never got round to reading, as well as re-reading all the other books I read before. Damn that's a long reading list
Good stuff. I can't wait, and so I'm off to start now
-B
No. Wait. Quick update on girls
ActressGirl - D3 next week. Going to take her somewhere awesome.
Red - D2 next week if I carry on playing phone game right.
SpanishGirl - Haven't yet called her, as I wasn't sure until just a few hours ago what had happened when PL and "the other dude" met up with them. I'll call her tomorrow and try and instant date her, perhaps.
Right.
Night.
-B
Those ending thoughts. Have I been a lazy fucker for the last couple of months? Yeah. Probably. But that's because I'm an inherently lazy person. Laziness is a damn good thing. Too few people are lazy - people run around doing things all the time or working hard. I don't try and work hard, I try and work smart - my aim is always to get as much done as possible, in the smallest amount of time (without sacrificing quality). Trouble is once you do that, you always end up being given more work, but hey, the "principle" is there.
So there we are. I wanted to be able to seduce women. I now can. Why put any more effort in, when I can spend more time optimising other parts of my life, whilst carrying on with my new found skill. I guess, in Sonic The Hedgehog terms, I completed The Emerald Hill Zone (oh and anyone who owns an iPod nano video and who hasn't downloaded the original Sonic should, it's the best). Bandit = PUA level 1.
It wasn't a conscious choice to stop improving - I just found myself less and less interested in learning new techniques. I bought a load of books, which are unread. This blog has been neglected apart from a few posts that do little to demonstrate technique or talk about... well anything other than a few deranged rantings.
.
So. Time to step up. The aim: PUA Level 2.
Once again I've decided it's not enough. Let me think back six months to my original intent. I think, if I were to write down my mission statement at the time, it would have been something like this:
I'm no longer put up with being single and alone. I want to be able to go out and seduce hot women whenever I want. I want to be able to attract the hottest women out there, and have multiple women on the go. I want lots of sex.
Achieved. So, I will now renounce that. It's not good enough dammit. Now:
I will no longer be content with being good. I want excellence. I want to have the hottest women chasing me. I want to have dozens of girls on the go. I want to have to turn down HB10 hot women, because there simply isn't enough time in the day to see them all. I want to be so good that I'm getting women into threesomes, stealing wags from footballers and shagging celebrities.
Yeah. That'll do nicely.
Time to step up to the plate and excel. And I think I'll start by going back over the basics. On Saturday night I was rusty. I didn't feel ill at ease or uncomfortable and I flowed pretty well and did some great cocky-funny stuff. I was very much myself. But - I forgot a load of good openers that I should've remembered. My arsenal of lines is pretty bare, and as as much as I fancy I don't need them as much, not having them is a mistake when you run out of things to say or try and stick to the 3 second rule all the time.
Time to remedy this.
I'm also now a full week into some intense weight training, with the aim of bulking up (well in time for the beach this summer). My entire body aches, and I'm now playing football (soccer) twice a week. This is part of my aim - I want to look so awesome, that women are instantly attracted to my physically and not just attracted by my charm and character.
And I'm going to read all those books I bought and never got round to reading, as well as re-reading all the other books I read before. Damn that's a long reading list
- The Game
- The Mystery Method
- Magic Bullets
- The Red Queen
- Fire In The Belly
- The Art of Seduction
- Alexander Technique
- The Power of Now
- The Rules of The Game - wonder if I should do the StyleLife Challenge
- The Definitive Book of Body Language
- The Richard LaRuina book (forgot the title)
Good stuff. I can't wait, and so I'm off to start now
-B
No. Wait. Quick update on girls
ActressGirl - D3 next week. Going to take her somewhere awesome.
Red - D2 next week if I carry on playing phone game right.
SpanishGirl - Haven't yet called her, as I wasn't sure until just a few hours ago what had happened when PL and "the other dude" met up with them. I'll call her tomorrow and try and instant date her, perhaps.
Right.
Night.
-B
Tuesday 15 April 2008
Masochism
If you were to hazard a guess as to why most men achieve real success in their careers in their late forties and fifties, what would you put that down to? Experience? A lifetime of contacts, and a reputation? Savvyness acquired from being in an industry for years?
No. I've had it put to me that it's because until then, the average man runs around chasing women.
I can very much believe it, because today, I cannot stop thinking about this damn woman. It's absurd. Whatever professional relationship I once had with the work colleague has been replaced... but I'm not sure what with. She's being rediculously neutral.
Thursday I'm going to watch ActressGirl in her production. I'm going with work colleague. It's a short piece, so I can see it now - we'll be in the bar afterwards and the far more interesting drama will begin. I mean you can't get a much more volitile mix of characters. The Actress, her boyfriend, the guy she's just started dating, and the girl this guy has just ended up in bed with, who is also her friend.
It's absurd.
But it gets worse. It seems pretty obvious to me now that ActressGirl isn't interested in being my fuck buddy or having a random fling. Whilst I don't know if she's genuinely interested in me at all, I know that if she wants me, she wants me to be her "boyfriend". She's in it for something more long term than a fuck.
Which means it's a lose-lose situation. I cannot think of a worse girlfriend to have. I mean, sure, I get all the bragging rights and for the few few weeks it'd be great no doubt. And she is seriously seriously stunning. But she's also a spoilt brat who is used to getting her way. And I won't give it to her. So we'll fight. All the time. Then the jealousy will start. And the mistrust. I mean it's a golden rule that you never get into anything serious or long term with a girl you start seeing whilst she's cheating on her current boyfriend. My father made that mistake, and it came back to haunt him 10 years, a house, and two kids later. Leapards don't change their spots.
It will end in tears. And probably not hers.
And despite this.... I cannot bring myself to call it off. I know I'm marching towards pain and misery, and yet in spite of this I can't stop myself.
Oh, and I know the sum total of this makes me look like my frame is weak. I can hear the voices of PUA's in the back of my mind: "Create your own reality and invite her in", "Have an all powerful frame and sweep her off her feet". Sorry, but it ain't going to happen. If I was going to fuck her quickly, I would have done by now. I've seen her 3 times, and each time I've made my move and been rejected. Yet she still wants to see me. I've tried playing the game by my rules, and it ain't working. Sure I'll carry on living in my reality and yeah, I'll carry on seducing her and making my move and running A class game... but so far she's been pretty immune to anything that takes us beyond "comfort" and into seduction.
And I can't fucking concentrate on my damn work. It's ten to six and I've done sweet fuck all today. Again I hear the cries: "One-itis Bandit, get over it". Sure, it's one-itis, but it's not an obsession with a girl I can never be with. She's a pure 10, and within a couple of weeks she will be mine...
It's just that making her mine is perhaps the worst outcome I could possibly imagine...
-B
No. I've had it put to me that it's because until then, the average man runs around chasing women.
I can very much believe it, because today, I cannot stop thinking about this damn woman. It's absurd. Whatever professional relationship I once had with the work colleague has been replaced... but I'm not sure what with. She's being rediculously neutral.
Thursday I'm going to watch ActressGirl in her production. I'm going with work colleague. It's a short piece, so I can see it now - we'll be in the bar afterwards and the far more interesting drama will begin. I mean you can't get a much more volitile mix of characters. The Actress, her boyfriend, the guy she's just started dating, and the girl this guy has just ended up in bed with, who is also her friend.
It's absurd.
But it gets worse. It seems pretty obvious to me now that ActressGirl isn't interested in being my fuck buddy or having a random fling. Whilst I don't know if she's genuinely interested in me at all, I know that if she wants me, she wants me to be her "boyfriend". She's in it for something more long term than a fuck.
Which means it's a lose-lose situation. I cannot think of a worse girlfriend to have. I mean, sure, I get all the bragging rights and for the few few weeks it'd be great no doubt. And she is seriously seriously stunning. But she's also a spoilt brat who is used to getting her way. And I won't give it to her. So we'll fight. All the time. Then the jealousy will start. And the mistrust. I mean it's a golden rule that you never get into anything serious or long term with a girl you start seeing whilst she's cheating on her current boyfriend. My father made that mistake, and it came back to haunt him 10 years, a house, and two kids later. Leapards don't change their spots.
It will end in tears. And probably not hers.
And despite this.... I cannot bring myself to call it off. I know I'm marching towards pain and misery, and yet in spite of this I can't stop myself.
Oh, and I know the sum total of this makes me look like my frame is weak. I can hear the voices of PUA's in the back of my mind: "Create your own reality and invite her in", "Have an all powerful frame and sweep her off her feet". Sorry, but it ain't going to happen. If I was going to fuck her quickly, I would have done by now. I've seen her 3 times, and each time I've made my move and been rejected. Yet she still wants to see me. I've tried playing the game by my rules, and it ain't working. Sure I'll carry on living in my reality and yeah, I'll carry on seducing her and making my move and running A class game... but so far she's been pretty immune to anything that takes us beyond "comfort" and into seduction.
And I can't fucking concentrate on my damn work. It's ten to six and I've done sweet fuck all today. Again I hear the cries: "One-itis Bandit, get over it". Sure, it's one-itis, but it's not an obsession with a girl I can never be with. She's a pure 10, and within a couple of weeks she will be mine...
It's just that making her mine is perhaps the worst outcome I could possibly imagine...
-B
Actors darling, who'd date em?
Honestly, I'm not in the mood to write, but as I said I'd update here it is.
Nothing happened. Well, OK, I took her out for a meal and we spent a few hours together. 5 hours. That brings the total up to 16 hours I've spent with her. And what do I have to show for it?
I guess I'm "dating" her now, as we went on a "date" of sorts.
But I feel trapped in old AFC territory. She sees herself as a "prize" to be won through courtship, perhaps. Or perhaps that's how I see it? In any case the full on seduction approach isn't working so it will have to be much slower.
Ordinarily, I'd walk.... but I'd be a fool to walk away from a girl as beautiful as she....
-B
Nothing happened. Well, OK, I took her out for a meal and we spent a few hours together. 5 hours. That brings the total up to 16 hours I've spent with her. And what do I have to show for it?
I guess I'm "dating" her now, as we went on a "date" of sorts.
But I feel trapped in old AFC territory. She sees herself as a "prize" to be won through courtship, perhaps. Or perhaps that's how I see it? In any case the full on seduction approach isn't working so it will have to be much slower.
Ordinarily, I'd walk.... but I'd be a fool to walk away from a girl as beautiful as she....
-B
Monday 14 April 2008
The merits of sobriety
You know your plan has gone askew, when you spend the night seducing a HB10 girl and end up in another girls bed.
As the fog in my mind started to lift I started to remember where I was and who was with me. As the facts came rushing back into sharp focus I remembered.
You know it's gone really bad when the girl is far far less fit than the HB10 you were originally trying to seduce.
No. It can't be real. This is a bad dream. How did this happen?
You know the situation's going to be hard to recover, when you realise the girl you're in bed with is the other girls friend.
Did we? No. Am I sure? No. It's OK. We definitely didn't. I fell asleep straight away. I resisted her, she wasn't taking no for an answer. But nothing happened, I fell asleep. But my god is it going to be awkward when she wakes up.
You know you've had far too much to drink, when you realise the girl who's sleeping on you... is your work colleague.
Not good.
And I "may", just "may" have ruined my chances with ActressGirl. Great. Fucking wonderful.
So far I've kiss-closed her, this perfect HB10, and she's the hottest girl ever. I could marry her she's that hot (because girls like this are so rare, would you want to let one get away)? Ok. I know I'm talking out of my arse, and I'm seriously not going to marry her. But I may fall for her.
But before I got my chance to do anything with her... I find myself in a strange situation.
ActressGirl and I met properly last week. She needed help making a DVD, and asked me to give her some help with. Two awesomely flirtation filled mornings later I could sense I had attracted her, and closed the deal with a kiss on day 2. Only problem - she has a boyfriend and is in a play with him until next weekend. Hmm. Ok, she's so hot that I'll be "understanding" and wait. (So very AFC of me, I know.... but I'm kidding myself that I'm being pragmatic).
We have some phone game over the weekend and arrange to meet up Monday (today). Her housemate, my work colleague and I meanwhile arrange to work together on Sunday filming some god awful thing. On the shoot the hours drag on by at the worlds most boring corporate event, and we decide to do what any good TV people do when they get bored - drink free champagne. Lots of it.
A couple of bottles later, she invites me back to hers for some food. I want to see ActressGirl, but decide it's probably a bad idea. She phones ActressGirl, and finds out the boyfriend might be coming round. I tell her that there's no chance I'm going if he's there, and then decide I'm pissed off by the whole idea of her mental process and decide not to go. At the last minute the work colleague convinces me to come along.
The evening goes pretty well. ActressGirl is offish at first, but soon warms up to me again. The other house mates go to bed, leaving ActressGirl, the work colleague and me watching a film. ActressGirl and I start a bit of kino escalation, but then she gets cold feet and gets offish. Caveman is off the cards, as we're not alone. As I start caressing ActressGirl's inner leg something so unexpected happened - that I didn't know how to react.
Work colleague starts snuggling up next to me and rubbing me.
Imagine the situation. There I am with the hottest girl imaginable in my lap and suddenly my work colleague starts trying to join in. Had she been a complete hottie, it would have been awesome. But she's not. I'm just not attracted to her. At all. Fortunately the copious amounts of alcohol fix the problem, and I fall asleep watching Jerry Maguire - and not very far into the film if I remember correctly.
I wake up as ActressGirl is leaving to go to bed. I try to go with her. Denied. Damn. Ok - I fucked up by falling asleep. I go to sleep on the couch. Then all of a sudden:
Work colleague: Bandit, come to bed with me?
Bandit: What? No. Go away.
Work colleague: Come on.
Bandit: No. I'm not sleeping with you.
Work colleague: Don't be a dick. Just come and keep me warm.
Bandit: No. It's weird.
Work colleague: Come on, starts grabbing me.
Bandit: Fine. But no funny business. I'm going straight to sleep.
Work colleague: Ok.
So in my drunken stupor I crawl into bed with her. For the record, let me state that we were both fully clothed and I was asleep within minutes. But she snuggled up good and proper and I could feel her trembling.
Not my best move.
Today at work she's hasn't mentioned it. It's been weird though, and I can tell there's underlying tension. The naive candy-coated part of me wonders if it's just, you know, kind of cool to be able to snuggle up and share some warmth without any implications. But I'm not that naive. Not by far. I know in this real world we live in that people do anything they can to get to fuck the people they are attracted to.
But now for the interesting one. How will ActressGirl react to this? She needs a fix on her DVD, so she's meeting me here at work in an hour. Does she know we "slept" together? Worse, has work colleague lied to her about what happened in order to claim me? I guess all I can do is find out.
I'll update later.
This is a ridiculous situation.
-B
(And obviously, posting about it on the internet is such a wise move...)
As the fog in my mind started to lift I started to remember where I was and who was with me. As the facts came rushing back into sharp focus I remembered.
You know it's gone really bad when the girl is far far less fit than the HB10 you were originally trying to seduce.
No. It can't be real. This is a bad dream. How did this happen?
You know the situation's going to be hard to recover, when you realise the girl you're in bed with is the other girls friend.
Did we? No. Am I sure? No. It's OK. We definitely didn't. I fell asleep straight away. I resisted her, she wasn't taking no for an answer. But nothing happened, I fell asleep. But my god is it going to be awkward when she wakes up.
You know you've had far too much to drink, when you realise the girl who's sleeping on you... is your work colleague.
Not good.
And I "may", just "may" have ruined my chances with ActressGirl. Great. Fucking wonderful.
So far I've kiss-closed her, this perfect HB10, and she's the hottest girl ever. I could marry her she's that hot (because girls like this are so rare, would you want to let one get away)? Ok. I know I'm talking out of my arse, and I'm seriously not going to marry her. But I may fall for her.
But before I got my chance to do anything with her... I find myself in a strange situation.
ActressGirl and I met properly last week. She needed help making a DVD, and asked me to give her some help with. Two awesomely flirtation filled mornings later I could sense I had attracted her, and closed the deal with a kiss on day 2. Only problem - she has a boyfriend and is in a play with him until next weekend. Hmm. Ok, she's so hot that I'll be "understanding" and wait. (So very AFC of me, I know.... but I'm kidding myself that I'm being pragmatic).
We have some phone game over the weekend and arrange to meet up Monday (today). Her housemate, my work colleague and I meanwhile arrange to work together on Sunday filming some god awful thing. On the shoot the hours drag on by at the worlds most boring corporate event, and we decide to do what any good TV people do when they get bored - drink free champagne. Lots of it.
A couple of bottles later, she invites me back to hers for some food. I want to see ActressGirl, but decide it's probably a bad idea. She phones ActressGirl, and finds out the boyfriend might be coming round. I tell her that there's no chance I'm going if he's there, and then decide I'm pissed off by the whole idea of her mental process and decide not to go. At the last minute the work colleague convinces me to come along.
The evening goes pretty well. ActressGirl is offish at first, but soon warms up to me again. The other house mates go to bed, leaving ActressGirl, the work colleague and me watching a film. ActressGirl and I start a bit of kino escalation, but then she gets cold feet and gets offish. Caveman is off the cards, as we're not alone. As I start caressing ActressGirl's inner leg something so unexpected happened - that I didn't know how to react.
Work colleague starts snuggling up next to me and rubbing me.
Imagine the situation. There I am with the hottest girl imaginable in my lap and suddenly my work colleague starts trying to join in. Had she been a complete hottie, it would have been awesome. But she's not. I'm just not attracted to her. At all. Fortunately the copious amounts of alcohol fix the problem, and I fall asleep watching Jerry Maguire - and not very far into the film if I remember correctly.
I wake up as ActressGirl is leaving to go to bed. I try to go with her. Denied. Damn. Ok - I fucked up by falling asleep. I go to sleep on the couch. Then all of a sudden:
Work colleague: Bandit, come to bed with me?
Bandit: What? No. Go away.
Work colleague: Come on.
Bandit: No. I'm not sleeping with you.
Work colleague: Don't be a dick. Just come and keep me warm.
Bandit: No. It's weird.
Work colleague: Come on, starts grabbing me.
Bandit: Fine. But no funny business. I'm going straight to sleep.
Work colleague: Ok.
So in my drunken stupor I crawl into bed with her. For the record, let me state that we were both fully clothed and I was asleep within minutes. But she snuggled up good and proper and I could feel her trembling.
Not my best move.
Today at work she's hasn't mentioned it. It's been weird though, and I can tell there's underlying tension. The naive candy-coated part of me wonders if it's just, you know, kind of cool to be able to snuggle up and share some warmth without any implications. But I'm not that naive. Not by far. I know in this real world we live in that people do anything they can to get to fuck the people they are attracted to.
But now for the interesting one. How will ActressGirl react to this? She needs a fix on her DVD, so she's meeting me here at work in an hour. Does she know we "slept" together? Worse, has work colleague lied to her about what happened in order to claim me? I guess all I can do is find out.
I'll update later.
This is a ridiculous situation.
-B
(And obviously, posting about it on the internet is such a wise move...)
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