Victory Unlimited
Master Don Juan
Yo Troops!
This is Victory Unlimited, once again reporting for duty!
A Mission Update: from the files of Victory Unlimited.
Memorial Day is here.
And here I sit in the barracks of Sosuave, going through my emails. It's another holiday, and much like I spent the last holiday---I am once again in the process of deleting womens' names out of my cell phone and adding them to my Z-List spreadsheet.
What is a Z-List? It is the exact opposite of an A-List. The Z-List is a list of all the women that didn't pan out. Women whose interest level was ultimately NOT thru the roof...but thru the floor.lol
I keep this list as a reminder, a memorial, if you will. It is a constantly updated record of all the "battles" I have faced since I joined the fight to find a quality woman that would be an enhancement to my ALREADY wonderful life.
I sit here reloading and polishing my DJ weapons after taking yet ANOTHER blow to my already battle-scarred ego:
Exactly one week ago, I met an attractive babe online by accident. I visited a local actor/singer/theatre site and ran across her picture. I emailed her. She responded. Our emails to each other were deep, thoughtful, insightful, and somewhat sexy--BUT nothing slutty or freaky. She seems quite normal.
She said that I "take her thru all of her emotions" every time I write to her. She said "I impress her" and that she has never felt this kind of "instant chemistry" with someone before.
She offered her number up on the second email. I called her the following day. We set up a lunch date on last friday. It went great. I kiss closed her in broad daylight in the restaurant parking lot after a 2 1/2 hours of convo. We made a date for the very next day---saturday.I allowed myself to BEGIN to breathe a sigh of relief.
This chick is 24 and about a HB8 or HB9, and a lot younger than me but not hung up on age. She's well-travelled. Very mature. Very deep. She's an actor/theater performer. Seems very interested in me BEYOND the superficial. Over the past 6 months of meeting close to sixty women from ages 19 to 40, this 24-year old has been BY FAR the most mature (I know..sad isn't it?). And so far, she's the ONLY one who seems to really GET who I am. Sounds good so far doesn't it?
Now this is where things get weird on me (cue ANY old Billy Idol song with a Steve Stevens guitar solo to set the right mood music). She cancels the date on saturday---she forgot about an obligation she made to her mom (a teacher) to attend a hearing impaired student's post graduation party. Her reasons SOUNDED very valid with all the details she offered.
She emailed me on Sunday asking me to call her. I did call her later Sunday afternoon and left a message. No call from her the rest of that day. She emails me today on Memorial Day and explains why she didn't return my call on Sunday--family outings, weak cell phone battery, etc. Again her reasons SOUNDED valid. Then she closes the email saying once again how attracted and connected she feels to me---and that SHE will call me.
End of Mission Update.
Back on the subject of Memorial Day.
There is much that has been said about recognizing the service and the loss of those fallen soldiers who served their country's government heads (see--- POLITICAL OPPORTUNISTS) in times of war. But there's nothing that is ever said about those men who have taken hits, been severely wounded, or even died in the war between the sexes.
No. Nobody cares about them. Or recognizes the supreme sacrafices that they have made for the sake of finding true love with a quality woman. That's right. Nobody cares. Nobody, that is...but US.
We care.
We care because we're all on the same side. We all want to be successful in our lives. We all joined this Sosuave army to go through a very different kind of basic training.
We have been broken down and built back up the DJ way. We are now better equipped, better armed than we were when we got off the bus here at the Sosuave barracks---just a bunch of fresh new faces out to make a name for ourselves. A name that both WE could respect--and the WOMEN we wanted could too.
Many of us have had varying degrees of success in this war. Many have won the interests of the quality women we were after. Many have won the interests of multiple women, but of lesser quality than was desired. And many of us feel like we have won NOTHING AT ALL, but instead have been on a prolonged losing streak. Some of us have sustained casualties that have been high---almost more than we can bare.
And some of us have fallen.
Note how many Sosuave soldiers that used to post regularly, now have not ever been heard from again.
Not all of them have ascended to a higher plane of existance in Valhalla (see---POOK).
Not all of them have resigned their commission as a result of being severly wounded by "friendly fire" (see---ANTI-DUMP).
And not all of them have been court mashalled for rebellious infractions and had to go renegade (see---Player Supreme).
Some, Troops, we have just...lost. They have been blown up by the romance bombs that women have dropped on them--all because they let their guards down.
Never let your guards ALL THE WAY down, soldiers. Especially when your enemy (your woman of choice) has NOT been defeated (taken as a P.O.W.) by the COMPLETE use of your DJ tactics!!!
That's why I am writing this post. I don't really need advice this time on how to handle this new babe recruit I just mentioned above. I DO believe that she IS actually interested. But by her approach/avoidance behavior---I also know that she is not conquered YET, she is ONLY just reeling from my DJ ambush!
I know that it is my job as a Sosuave soldier to make sure that I maintain the frame that I am in control of the nature of our interactions. I know that I have to stop rewarding her with emotional rollercoaster ride emails because she will begin taking them for granted. I know that I will have to use more push and pull. I know that I will have to continue to project sexual state--on the phone, by email, AND in person. I have to keep doing the things that keep moving her emotionally and BONDING her thoughts of excitement, adventure, and COMFORT to me.
Yes, I know all this.
But it gets hard, Troops. Sometimes I feel like I've been trying to take the same hill since I hit this shore. The babe targets keep changing, but the mission still stays the same. I've lost MANY battles recently. And I am tired, bruised, and battered...BUT UNBOWED!
In times like these, I have to rely on my newfound inner toughness. I have been training myself to turn off my emotions and do what must be done to accomplish my objective (see---GET THE BABE).
Just like any other soldier that has been trained well, my instincts have kicked in and I am determined to follow my Sosuave DJ training. I will NOT revert back to AFC-mode in the face of possibly losing this chick---or any other.
I am committed. I am determined. I will fight on.
I owe it to the memory of all my personal friends AND fellow DJs that I have seen fall in front of me. Yes, I owe it to them to continue.
And most importantly...I owe it to myself.
Happy DJ Memorial Day.
Peace...one day.
This is Victory Unlimited, once again reporting for duty!
A Mission Update: from the files of Victory Unlimited.
Memorial Day is here.
And here I sit in the barracks of Sosuave, going through my emails. It's another holiday, and much like I spent the last holiday---I am once again in the process of deleting womens' names out of my cell phone and adding them to my Z-List spreadsheet.
What is a Z-List? It is the exact opposite of an A-List. The Z-List is a list of all the women that didn't pan out. Women whose interest level was ultimately NOT thru the roof...but thru the floor.lol
I keep this list as a reminder, a memorial, if you will. It is a constantly updated record of all the "battles" I have faced since I joined the fight to find a quality woman that would be an enhancement to my ALREADY wonderful life.
I sit here reloading and polishing my DJ weapons after taking yet ANOTHER blow to my already battle-scarred ego:
Exactly one week ago, I met an attractive babe online by accident. I visited a local actor/singer/theatre site and ran across her picture. I emailed her. She responded. Our emails to each other were deep, thoughtful, insightful, and somewhat sexy--BUT nothing slutty or freaky. She seems quite normal.
She said that I "take her thru all of her emotions" every time I write to her. She said "I impress her" and that she has never felt this kind of "instant chemistry" with someone before.
She offered her number up on the second email. I called her the following day. We set up a lunch date on last friday. It went great. I kiss closed her in broad daylight in the restaurant parking lot after a 2 1/2 hours of convo. We made a date for the very next day---saturday.I allowed myself to BEGIN to breathe a sigh of relief.
This chick is 24 and about a HB8 or HB9, and a lot younger than me but not hung up on age. She's well-travelled. Very mature. Very deep. She's an actor/theater performer. Seems very interested in me BEYOND the superficial. Over the past 6 months of meeting close to sixty women from ages 19 to 40, this 24-year old has been BY FAR the most mature (I know..sad isn't it?). And so far, she's the ONLY one who seems to really GET who I am. Sounds good so far doesn't it?
Now this is where things get weird on me (cue ANY old Billy Idol song with a Steve Stevens guitar solo to set the right mood music). She cancels the date on saturday---she forgot about an obligation she made to her mom (a teacher) to attend a hearing impaired student's post graduation party. Her reasons SOUNDED very valid with all the details she offered.
She emailed me on Sunday asking me to call her. I did call her later Sunday afternoon and left a message. No call from her the rest of that day. She emails me today on Memorial Day and explains why she didn't return my call on Sunday--family outings, weak cell phone battery, etc. Again her reasons SOUNDED valid. Then she closes the email saying once again how attracted and connected she feels to me---and that SHE will call me.
End of Mission Update.
Back on the subject of Memorial Day.
There is much that has been said about recognizing the service and the loss of those fallen soldiers who served their country's government heads (see--- POLITICAL OPPORTUNISTS) in times of war. But there's nothing that is ever said about those men who have taken hits, been severely wounded, or even died in the war between the sexes.
No. Nobody cares about them. Or recognizes the supreme sacrafices that they have made for the sake of finding true love with a quality woman. That's right. Nobody cares. Nobody, that is...but US.
We care.
We care because we're all on the same side. We all want to be successful in our lives. We all joined this Sosuave army to go through a very different kind of basic training.
We have been broken down and built back up the DJ way. We are now better equipped, better armed than we were when we got off the bus here at the Sosuave barracks---just a bunch of fresh new faces out to make a name for ourselves. A name that both WE could respect--and the WOMEN we wanted could too.
Many of us have had varying degrees of success in this war. Many have won the interests of the quality women we were after. Many have won the interests of multiple women, but of lesser quality than was desired. And many of us feel like we have won NOTHING AT ALL, but instead have been on a prolonged losing streak. Some of us have sustained casualties that have been high---almost more than we can bare.
And some of us have fallen.
Note how many Sosuave soldiers that used to post regularly, now have not ever been heard from again.
Not all of them have ascended to a higher plane of existance in Valhalla (see---POOK).
Not all of them have resigned their commission as a result of being severly wounded by "friendly fire" (see---ANTI-DUMP).
And not all of them have been court mashalled for rebellious infractions and had to go renegade (see---Player Supreme).
Some, Troops, we have just...lost. They have been blown up by the romance bombs that women have dropped on them--all because they let their guards down.
Never let your guards ALL THE WAY down, soldiers. Especially when your enemy (your woman of choice) has NOT been defeated (taken as a P.O.W.) by the COMPLETE use of your DJ tactics!!!
That's why I am writing this post. I don't really need advice this time on how to handle this new babe recruit I just mentioned above. I DO believe that she IS actually interested. But by her approach/avoidance behavior---I also know that she is not conquered YET, she is ONLY just reeling from my DJ ambush!
I know that it is my job as a Sosuave soldier to make sure that I maintain the frame that I am in control of the nature of our interactions. I know that I have to stop rewarding her with emotional rollercoaster ride emails because she will begin taking them for granted. I know that I will have to use more push and pull. I know that I will have to continue to project sexual state--on the phone, by email, AND in person. I have to keep doing the things that keep moving her emotionally and BONDING her thoughts of excitement, adventure, and COMFORT to me.
Yes, I know all this.
But it gets hard, Troops. Sometimes I feel like I've been trying to take the same hill since I hit this shore. The babe targets keep changing, but the mission still stays the same. I've lost MANY battles recently. And I am tired, bruised, and battered...BUT UNBOWED!
In times like these, I have to rely on my newfound inner toughness. I have been training myself to turn off my emotions and do what must be done to accomplish my objective (see---GET THE BABE).
Just like any other soldier that has been trained well, my instincts have kicked in and I am determined to follow my Sosuave DJ training. I will NOT revert back to AFC-mode in the face of possibly losing this chick---or any other.
I am committed. I am determined. I will fight on.
I owe it to the memory of all my personal friends AND fellow DJs that I have seen fall in front of me. Yes, I owe it to them to continue.
And most importantly...I owe it to myself.
Happy DJ Memorial Day.
Peace...one day.