Hi fella’s.
As I’m writing this, I’m lighting a cigarette and having a beer. Yes, I don’t smoke, but I smoke a cigarette anyway. I don’t drink alone (anymore) but I’m drinking alone anyway.
After finishing this sentence, I put out my cigarette to smoke some more of it later, because smoking a cigarette causes me to get sorta high.
Yesterday night, I went out with Die Hard, who commented here earlier (I'm sure he'll write his report down there soon, too). We went out into a city I didn’t really know well. This was the first time of SERIOUSLY going out since I had my little revelation I wrote about a while ago. Guys, I will say this to you: not until now, I knew how much I have changed. Ho-ly, sh*t.
I never approached so many girls in one row, EVER. I’ll take another little smoke on that one, hold on.
We went out to three or four different places, I don't really remember. All I know is that I approached every girl I wanted. I never p*ssied out. NEVER.
Blondes and brunettes, girls in their early twenties and early thirties, with the hottest eyes, asses and boobs you can imagine. I walked up to all of em and opened them.
There was NO fear at all. NOTHING. I exclusively went for the 8’s and 9’s (okay, I went for a couple of 5's 6’s and 7’s too, but that was only because there weren’t any 8’s and 9’s around). Did I mention I stayed sober that night because I had to drive? 3 beers in a 5 hour timespan on a Saturday night is “sober” in my books. Especially with my track record of alcohol abuse. Plus, I was f*cking tired and hadn’t shaved. I basically looked like sh*t. But f*ck it.
I approached groups and opened them, talked to all the girls in the group. I approached girls that were alone, I approached groups of two, I actually managed to blow guys out of a group, I handled some guy that was talking sh*t to me with one simple sentence…
...god damnit. I’m free. I’m really free. I really feel like I have overcome the hardest part. I walked up to girls I used to be even afraid of jerking off to them (Seriously, I’m not even kidding here), and I hit on them HARD. Literally. Every girl or group I approached I didn’t stop till it was clear that I had to f*ck off. I didn’t count how many girls I approached but I just went on and on and on.
Oh wait, here it comes. Did I get laid? NO. Did I get a makeout? NO. So all you sour and negative motherf*ckers that just love to hate on me, there’s your answer, and all of you can fu*king blow me.
I can’t write down all I did that night, because it would just be too long. But here’s a one example of what I did that night. Just to give you an idea.
At one point we walked down the street and we see two girls hanging around. One had dark hair and was pretty hot. DieHard went up to her, I’m sure you’ll be able to read his story on the other forum soon, too. The other one really resembled Cameron Diaz. I’m serious. I get a boner just thinking about Cameron Diaz right now. This used to be scary hot to me, but I went for it right away like it was meant to be.
We walked up, opened them asked them if they knew a good place around here. They talked about some bar that turned out to be pretty cool so we walked with them. As we (me and Cameron) were walking down the street I told her she was my girlfriend for the next ten minutes. I grabbed her arm and we walked arm in arm down the street to the place. A bunch of times I noticed dudes we walked past looking at us and sorta looking at me like “damn, that guy rules, look at her!”. One guy actually nodded to me like: “good job, dude, I’m happy for ya”. She was taller than me and just, f*cking, smoking hot in every, single, way. At one point I made the mistake of letting her go just when I actually felt like I should even go for a makeout.
On the long drive home when I evaluated the night in my head, I concluded that that was the moment that ruined it. Sure, I dragged it on for a while longer and eventually got blown out by a guy that was just better than me and I’m fine with that. I went down with pride and did everything I could with what I knew.
But god damnit, this is IT, guys. I’m so on the right track. This girl was just movie-star hot and I approached her and opened her, just like that. It went really well for a while, too. I could come up with a whole bunch of more examples, but this one just sums it up.
Opening – I got that sh*t.
Escalating – still learning, but well on the way.
...all I can say is
F*CK YEA. This is CLEARLY the beginning of something awesome.
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