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You suggest I sleep less, or start a polyphasic cycle?Jack Wealthy said:What do you do when you're in bed? Could that be a possible time waster for you?
I'm loving the living. One thing I haven't seen you mention in a long time is guitar. How is that going? Your gym sounds great, consistency is good but could get better, sure you know that. Your voice as a writer is really developing also. Good work.
Keep it up.
In conjunction with this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D6KBExDAIdUSenior Trip - Puerto Vallerta
So the best year of my life was coming to an end. In that year I had been captain of the football team, wrestling team and track team. I had received scholarship offers to several different schools, taken campus trips to many of them and decided upon a school to play football at. I had went from a pathetic virgin to the guy that took girls virginity. I had been in a relationship with "the most popular girl" and dumped her after sleeping with her best friend. I had essentially become a real azzhole, but I'll be damned if I didn't have a great time in the process, although there were times when the newfound "fame" had caught me off guard and I stayed in my room for an entire weekend hiding out from the world.
I remember heading down there on the airplane, my buddy Scott had brought a little CD player with detachable speakers and burned porn theme music to play over and over again. We had snuck on vodka and our area of the plane was the center of the action. Erin (popular girl) and I decided to join the mile high club, even though we hadn't been together for several weeks (on again, off again) and by the time we were landing, I knew my life was headed down an amazing path... but I didn't know I was about to meet "her".
After landing, we grabbed our bags and headed to our hotel. The Buena Ventura! In the process, somehow I ended up sharing a room with Erin, her best friend and my best friend at the time, Alex. Immediately I informed Erin that we weren't an item during this trip and she was happy to agree. We both knew there was no future between us, even though there was a lot of passion.
I unpack my bags and take the bed closest to the door. Erin and I are sharing a bed, but I figure it won't matter since I won't be staying there anyway. I head down to the bar and meet Ms Victoria Secret. Oh she was sexy and smelled SO GOOD! I remember that smell to this day and its been my favorite fragrance since. Issy Miyaki (sp?). YUM!
Ms VS and I hit it off and within minutes, I'm making out with her at the bar. Not wanting to ruin my chances with other girls, I ask her for her room number and tell her I will call her once the sun is going down. I spend about another 2-3hrs at the bar with Alex getting drunk and decide to head upstairs for a shower. I remember walking into the bathroom and seeing Jennifer (Erins BFF) getting out of the shower and she made absolutely no effort to cover herself up. I just said, "I always knew you weren't a natural blonde" and she smiled at me! Lol! this was HUGE because all this time, I had thought she hated my guts for putting Erin through so much sh9t. I was wrong.
Erin and Jenn get cleaned up and head out, then Alex, Scott, Jerry and a couple other guys are all in our room getting ready. Not really knowing what to do, we decide to go eat. I could write a book about that dinner! Imagine a table 40 feet long and covered in sea food. Everything from Lobster to muscles all over the place and buckets upon buckets of beer! Holy sh9t i was in heaven! As I was getting done, I remember that I hadn't called Victoria Secret up and figure its a lost cause anyway. However, once we get back to the hotel, she's in the lobby waiting for her friends to come down and meet her so they can go out. I figure if her friends look half as good as her, the smart thing to do is to hook my buddies up with her buddies and head out. Good idea!
Turns out VS has got some hot friends (hotter than her even) but I figure I'll take the sure bet and stick with her instead of potentially ruining all my chances by going for her friends. Things work out and after the club, we end up on the balcony with an audience below cheering us on. Maybe 10 people or so, nothing crazy, but once I got her pants down, that's when I saw the blue velvet Victoria Secret panties that magically disappeared (had to get a souvenir).
Victoria Secret and I part ways, I head back to the room, end up having sex with Erin and pass out. Epic day behind me!
Day 2: Wake up, head to the pool (really nice pool with an island bar) and hit the gym for a bit. Over the loud speaker I hear them talking about the Mr Buena Ventura contest, of which all my friends put my name in, and I am forced to go stand on stage in front of about 1000 or so people and show why I should be chosen Mr Buena Ventura. Not wanting to be outdone, I drop my pants and an crowned Mr Beuna Ventura (this is actually important for the plot).
So, my buddies and I finish up at the pool, make our introductions, I am now known as Mr Buena Ventura to everyone in Purto Vallerta and we decide to head up to the room to get ready for the evening.
Fast forward a bit, we are now at the same club we went to the night before. I'm having a really good time hanging with my friends and dancing and all of a sudden, I get someone behind me asking "Can I dance with you", I turn around and BAM! My heart stopped beating in my chest. The world stood still, everything went silent and there she was. The single most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I'm having a hard time typing this right now. I'm honestly getting emotional just remembering it. "Hi, I'm Beau", "Hi Beau, I'm Jessica", that was it, I was head over heels for a girl named Jessica.
We are absolutely inseparable for the next 6 days of the trip. Every minute we are by each others side. I can't keep my hands off of her, she can't keep her hands off of me. I can't find enough words to tell her, she can't stop talking to me. We sat on rocks and watched the sun set only to be sitting on the same rock, still talking several hours later as the sun came up. Beau has fallen in love! What an incredible thing it was.
I wish I could tell you every minute of our time together, and I could if I had it in my to type it out right now, but I can't go that deep into it. I was her first (took her V) and she was mine (first girl I loved). The fact is, reality starts to set in around day 5, and by day 7, our last day together, reality is sh9tting all over me. Jessica and Beau have to go our separate ways. I get her number and watch her walk off at the airport.
I see her one more time, a couple weeks later, after driving to meet her for an evening. Nothing has changed and seeing her leave this time was just as bad as the first time. I'm only happy that I got to experience what she offered me. If not for her, I would swear this world is a cruel place, but having met her, I know its full of beauty and mystery, if you are willing to see it.
We talk on the phone once while I was away at college and I tell her that I've decided to join the marines. 8 hours later (and a hell of a phone bill) we hang up after deciding that no matter what, before either of us ever gets married, we find the other to make sure that what we're doing is the right thing. Making sure that we are marrying the right person.
6yrs goes by and I've met someone I want to marry. Not having Jessicas phone number anymore, I hire someone to find her and ask her if its ok for me to marry this person...
2 days after I hired this person, my phone rings. Its him. He tells me that Jessica died in a car accident 6 months earlier. I'm sorry, for those that are reading, I'll pick this up later, but its too hard to talk about right now. Good night
Always with such helpful posts. Please, hit me with the study tips. I honestly think its me just not putting enough effort in, but I'll be very busy the coming weeks and could use anything. Although I haven't done the essay, Im planning on writing it and giving it in paper form on monday. Paper copies are really all she cares about.Jack Wealthy said:Man all these drugs and parties and hookups and bailed essays... Are you neglecting school? You missed an essay, I assume that's worth something. I also know you're not going 100% on a midterm after a hard night of getting down, preceded by a hard night of getting down. I'm doing my degree for fun but feel as though I'm taking it more seriously than you right now. I'm sitting on 100% (sure honors, ha) and I could give you some study related tips if you'd like.
More importantly, how is your cash flow? You do all this travel etc but is that just your parents money? I know, I know, girls, game, groovy... But you hit a wall eventually where the pleasure of a girl is overidden by the habit of a new one. When you get to that point it's called "addiction" and you either stop or burn out- like I did.
I've recently written an essay on sexual burn out* and I think it's a catalyst to development in other areas. Think of all the successful people who were homosexuals, asexual or hyper-sexual and hit whatever wall before becoming successful. Especially the first two. I'm reading Freakonomics right now, funny, pop economics. Anyway, in the fashion of said book I've found a heavy correlation between being either homo or asexual and success. Disproportionate to the amount of people that are either anyway. I've been speculating, lack of distractions, confidence boost,, but I can't really put a finger on it... You might be able to give me some insight, especially if you hit it- which I think you might.
I also expect BPH to hit it eventually. He wants to push those boundaries a lot. I got there pretty quick, 30-40 odd. Guys on RSD (and PUAF, but they're all jokes) claim numbers of 100+ with no burn out but I think they're either lying, are much better men than me or hit the wall, pushed through and are in the process of aggravating said soul simmer until the problem immolates them, ie full blown burn out.
On that note, I was talking to Brad around this time last year, he was saying burn out is pretty normal around them..
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I've been experiencing something similar. I'm not really concerned about girls anymore and have really been trying to work on all the other parts of my life. I still go out and get laid whenever I want but I don't get the same rise out of it I used to. Once I it and was comfortable attracting girls consistently it just didn't seem to matter too much anymore. I'm not sure where I'm at for numbers anymore but I think it's somewhere around that 30 mark.Jack Wealthy said:I've recently written an essay on sexual burn out* and I think it's a catalyst to development in other areas. Think of all the successful people who were homosexuals, asexual or hyper-sexual and hit whatever wall before becoming successful. Especially the first two. I'm reading Freakonomics right now, funny, pop economics. Anyway, in the fashion of said book I've found a heavy correlation between being either homo or asexual and success. Disproportionate to the amount of people that are either anyway. I've been speculating, lack of distractions, confidence boost,, but I can't really put a finger on it... You might be able to give me some insight, especially if you hit it- which I think you might.