So I met up with PFC at the comedy club, but he said he didn’t want to do stand up because of one-thing or another. We decided to meet up with Massentropy and go day game the mall.

I opened a cute blond Sarah at the Sprint Kiosk while PFC and Massentropy went to get coffee. I had just started to talk with her when PFC decided to come over. I didn’t really care all that much, as the conversation wasn’t going that well. It was my first set that night and I was using it as a practice set.

I opened a couple of other sets in the mall, but I just don’t remember them. It was off to Beale.

On Beale I opened a single set hired gun at Jillian’s from behind the partition that separated the pool hall from the restaurant. She had dropped a fork so I made it like she was a disgruntled employee. Massentropy and PFC both came into the set, but ejected quickly which kept the set going OK. I tried to number close her, but she gave me some resistance like she is always working and I would see her there again. I did manage to get her MySpace name, but either it was a flake or I wrote it down wrong.

I opened another hired gun at Hard Rock and had a picture taken with her. There was good Kino, but no close. I don’t remember why.

There were several other sets I opened on the street, but nothing that really comes to mind.

The best set of the night was I opened a very cute hired gun at Silky’s. She was wearing pink knee-high socks with “hello Kitty” design on them.

JF: I went up to her and said hey your socks…
HB: She gave me the look like you are the millionth guy who’s said he likes my socks so get on with it.
JF: You’re socks would look much better on me.
HB: Her expression immediately changed to I cant believe you just said that with a big smile and she said; If I catch you wearing my socks I’ll kick your ass.
JF: It might be worth the kick after I get them off your bedroom floor.

By God this all happened in about 1 minute and PFC jumps into the set. I don’t know what possessed PFC to interrupt a freshly opened set that no wingman was required. Guys if your wing is in a one person set there is no need for a wing to interrupt ever. The only time a wing should come into a one set is when he is invited. Anyway I believed it caused some awkwardness as she ejected on me, but not before she kino’d me by rubbing the SteveO tummy.

After a while we went into Memphis Blues Café so Massentropy could eat. I pulled a two set with guitars to the table and PFC actually changed seats to sit next to them and Massentropy started talking over me. I called out Massentropy on it, but come on guys are you not following wing rules. Last night you didn’t and although Massentropy and PFC had this thing where they were trying to steal each others frame it shouldn’t have spilled over into my sets. That set ended with both girls leaving us.

It’s a shame I was having a good night and I believe I could have progressed further with a few sets, but my fellow Lair members didn’t allow my game to progress because of mis-calibration.

Bro’s before ho’s is one thing, but how can we talk and coach each other when this happens? I remember PFC telling me I need to use more negs after the pink sock girl left me. I opened with a neg and the set should not have been interrupted in the first place. There was no reason to except that she was cute, but that is not a reason.

When I told you guys about the guitar girls and how that was interrupted I was confronted with an oh well attitude. When someone is being critical of my game I approach it as a person looking to help me. When those same persons say oh well to criticisms I start to question whether their criticisms have underlying meanings. I’m not posting this on the lair, but last night I actually agreed with Shane that wingmen are pointless when all they do is interrupt you and try and out alpha you when you’re talking to someone cute.

Not one time did anyone interrupt when the target was just a practice target.

OK so yesterday Massentropy and I went out to grab some lunch. We ended up gaming the Hostess at Hunan Buffet over by Wolfchase mall. It was easy and together as a team women anywhere stand no chance.

I’ve noticed that as you progress a woman through multiple stages of emotions they start to grasp at things that are important in their lives. Like the hostess yesterday! We were just gaming her without any SOI’s or anything that could be considered as hitting on her, but all the same tight-game. She suddenly mentioned her boyfriend. It is evident that the game was working and neither I nor Massentropy even bothered to react, but immediately plowed further. She even let us feed the nurse shark. For a few minutes I thought Massentropy had fallen in and was about to be eaten alive, but he successfully escaped unscathed. Thank God for egg-rolls!

After eating and resting I didn’t think I wanted to go out last night. I decided maybe a cup of coffee from the old BuckyStars would help. So there’s this HB8 in Millington that I like. She’s smart and always is smiling, which if you don’t know is a turn on. Anyway I always get to run game, but never get to close her, either because her boss is there, or I’m just to chicken-shit. Well I said to myself that I was going to close her by all things Squishy and pink.

History: She is 18 years old and about to transfer to the new store by the Olive Garden at 240 and Poplar. She will be attending University of Memphis in the fall. I know exactly where the store is but she promised me a hand drawn map. The first one was a mess, so I made her redo it last night. There was a lot of push-pull and take aways. Great solid game.

So last night the hottest little Manager in the store was chatting away to me. She is a very HB8.9 easy and usually is pleasant, but never talkative, but last night 20 minutes talking easy. All the while, my girl, was behind her making drinks. I got the feeling it was an “interview.” I qualified and did good, never answering the questions right.

After that I used the ESP routine routine on my girl and she got both numbers wrong. I accused her of not being able to do anything right. Lots of BHRR going on. Classic game that Mystery would have been proud of.

Just then Typical AMOG occurred as athletic black guy, he drives crotch rocket and works there is behind her looking over her shoulder. I got the feeling he was trying to intervene on my girls behalf. I recognized and before he could say anything I pounced with questions. What kind of bike? How long you been riding? Through my ingenious line of questioning I got him to tell me the story of when he first started riding (recently) of how scared he was and how he needed a class. Fucking brilliant JunkyFungus!

I could have gotten the number from her right there, but HB 8.9 manager was around and that’s against BuckyStars rules, so I did a hey do you have MySpace, which she replied yes. I told her to write her MySpace name down and she was like well I can’t remember it, like there was LMR on the close, but I pushed the paper forward like an Alpha expecting it would and she cheerfully said oh well here’s my email and you can search me that way. I said cool and talked for a few more minutes. I had to leave to go call Massentropy and let him know of the game I just ran.

I was so fucking happy it was awesome. Another close of an 18 year old. I wrote a FR on VAH forum of a number close I did earlier this summer before the Lair. I got to F-close that girl and I’m sure the same will happen here. The difference here though is this girl is attending school local and that means hot friends. Damn boys we are going to have some fun.

SO Massentropy and I head to Tunica to sarge. Overall it wasn’t nearly as good as last Saturday and I don’t think we opened a single set. Well last week it was rocking, so who knows. But I did meet Elvis and got my picture with him. He was the real deal although you’d think with his money he could afford some teeth!

Massentropy and I, like every Friday night, went down to Beale street. There were some sets there, but nothing too spectacular. I opened a couple, but all-in-all it was a lackluster night.I think maybe it could have been better but the energy level was less than optimal, which will always bring down the sarge. This can be tied directly with doing the same old thing day in and day out. It’s not that Beale Street is a bad sarge place, or for that matter a club like Senses, it would just seem to me that PU is the skill of social dynamics.

Social Dynamics IMHO, is not something you try and fake or become, it simply is you on your most basic levels interacting with others on their basic levels. There are no smoke and mirrors, it’s just two persons talking as they would to anyone else. It to me is the beauty of the system that got me into PU.

The naturals all go out and just talk to people, they do not try to assume this identity of something they are not. It is called natural game, because they are being the fun friendly person they are. They don’t assume the role of the collector and lover of widgets because their target does. They express their interest or distaste if that is how they feel. It’s not about becoming someone else and masking who you are, it’s about expressing your true identity and becoming that person completely, take it or leave it.

Canned routines are OK to get the ball rolling, but once you are in set your natural identity must shine forth. It is you after all that is the prize and you must be that prize. I look at it this way: A shiny green apple (By all things squishy and pink I love green apples), plumped and perfect on the outside. It’s inviting you to take a big bite out of you. Enticing you to sink your teeth inside of it. You begin to salivate thinking how once you bite into it, you can hear the cracking of the skin, the juice exploding into your mouth and dripping down your chin, ahh heaven.

Wait a minute, did I tell you a family of worms has made their home on the inside. So while it looks great on the outside, whats on the inside is uninviting and nasty. So I ask myself am I being true to myself by attempting to go out every Friday and Saturday and be that guy? Maybe not, maybe I should forget about being that guy and just be myself and go forth as who I am. I enjoy going out to the clubs and having a good fun night dancing and being crazy. I enjoy people for who they are and always through life I’ve had lots of female friends who were just friends. I am going to focus more on interactions for friendship sake and evolve my game from there.

I believe that by realizing this paradigm, that I have evolved. I am not a PUA, I’m SteveO, OZZY Osborn and I am a man of the world. I have High-Value and all I have to do is be myself and my natural game will shine through and I will achieve the desired results I seek.

I realize that there are skills that I know, super-powers if you must, but they are skills of using your persona to break through others defenses and be recognized for the value you give. I have to stop trying to be a PUA, while using PUA skills and be SteveO, Master of My Universe.

You might have read that in order to have a good game you need to have a solid inner game. To most extents this is true, but some would say to get a complete control over your inner game first. This to me, is false and can lead to a confused PUA with no game at all.

There are many things you could do to build your inner game up, but unless those steps are applied to real life situations are you simply spinning your wheels? I was reading a post on VAH forum that is interesting and got me to thinking on the progress I have made and what steps I have taken.

When I first started in PUA I originally bought David DeAngelo’s Double Your Dating eBook and it taught how to be cocky and funny which in turn built confidence in myself. I remember many years ago (source unknown) reading a paper on women and overcoming shyness. I was never shy with anyone, but I did always have a self value issue. I believed that anyone who could be so beautiful would have to be better than me. This paper I read dispelled that belief by telling me to smack my ass. The feeling I get from smacking my own ass is exactly the same feeling Paris Hilton gets from smacking her own ass. Albeit I have a nicer ass and the blue ribbon to prove it! Of course the analogy used another models name as Paris wasn’t even alive yet, but you get the picture.

I think back now and all the work I have done and 25 years later for the first time I recognize how correct those words actually were. There is a natural progression to human development and for me it was reading DeAngelo’s eBook that changed my life. I was always funny, and knew intrinsically that if I could get a girl to laugh I could get into her pants.

The problem with this ideology is that while laughter is always a commendable trait to carry, it is not by itself a way to a womens panties. No my friends, comedy will get people laughing and get you the reputation of being the funny guy, but without confidence it is simply comedy.

By instilling cocky into the mix and for the first time understanding why I actually opened up a doorway. Just the cocky comedy wasn’t enough though. You can be the cockiest/funniest man alive but again without confidence it means nothing. I new I was on the right path, but I could feel the lacking inside me. My inner game still put women on a higher value than myself and something needed to be done.

I don’t believe I would have taken the plunge and bought David DeAngelo’s Deep Inner Game if I didn’t truly seek change in myself and knew it could be done. The 7 DVD series was a long and arduous journey that began my quest to like myself. It was the first time I can remember, EVER, in my life actually sitting back and liking myself.

I ask members of our lair how many of you actually like themselves? It seems like it would be such an obvious answer, but dig deep and find the answer. Some of you are lying to yourself and others about who you are and what you are doing. It’s easier said then done my friends. So again, sit down and ask yourself if you like who you are?

Another instance of my development has come in being a wingman for my friends. I have learned so much from observations. Again there was a time in my life I was so in despair with who I was any type of IOI from a woman would throw me into a jealous rage if someone else tried to hook up with her. She isn’t my property, I don’t own her. I was so filled with weakness that my mental picture already drawn out was me by myself and her with someone else. After all I believed she had higher value than I.

It’s amazing the progression I have made as a man. DeAngelo’s Deep Inner Game is not recommended for those who are seeking a quick fix. It is a journey that requires work. Work that unless you commit yourself to before you begin will not help you. If you are one of those people who sink money into products in the hopes that your purchase will motivate you I highly recommend you do not buy this product. It’s not for you.

Very soon after utilizing the tool box of Deep Inner Game I remembered that paper I mentioned earlier, the one about smacking your ass. For the first time in my life I took a long-hard look at who I was and what I wanted. I didn’t like myself! It was the most difficult thing I ever did to look in the mirror and stay there and pick out my qualities that I did like. As time passed I began to see a different image of who I was. After much soul-searching I began to emerge as a confident man.

My confidence was earned in my own actions. It took every fiber of my existence to recognize those things I didn’t like about myself and change those feelings of distaste into feelings of complete worthiness and love for myself.

Are there things I would change about myself? NOT A DAMN THING! I love me…

In recognizing the love and adoration I have for myself I begin a new journey where things that aren’t necessarily healthy are changing anyway. I have a weight issue, that is a part of me, but I do not dislike my weight, no in-fact, I love my size, but by loving myself completely these things that I used to strive to change will change anyway. I just have to be me and love what I do, which intrinsically triggers a reaction that provokes healthy change inside of me equaling a greater sense of pride and confidence in myself.

I began to read everything I could about self-image at a very young age and I believe that self-help books can be a detriment to ones own self worth. Our personal images can spiral out of control if by reading self help books we keep telling ourselves that we are not perfect as we are. If we are telling ourselves that we can change and need to change than by proxy we are saying we are not happy who we are and thus cannot unequivocally love ourselves.

The difference in reading books and trying to change is many books have you start and finish on the inside. I believe this to be a fallacy! You can read until your blue in the face, but as Mystery himself preaches, the work is done in the field. Books add structure, but unless you are willing to go out in the field and apply you will fail. When PFC and I talk about failing to succeed I think we erroneously portray our learning from failures when they are not. Success is not bread from failure, it is bred from the strength of going out prepared to find every conceivable way not to do something so the true way to success becomes self-evident.

When we are in set we do not fail, but we learn how not to use a FTC so next time our FTC is stronger until such time as our FTC is perfected. This is not failure by any standards it is success built upon the confident man challenging himself to succeed whatever it takes.

I challenge lair members to ask yourselves if you love yourself. Look in the mirror and tell yourself you love you. Did you say it with meaning?

The next time you see a beautiful babe you want, don’t get AA, just smack your ass and realize she will feel exactly the same thing if she smacked her own ass too. Now visualize you smacking her ass and approach.

You can use many of the tools available to work on your inner game, but truthfully it all starts inside with you recognizing where your faults are and falling in love with those faults. Recognize and love them and they will change themselves.

Respect

So PFC and I were talking today about some progress I have made and some steps backward I have taken.

Lately I have noticed over the past few weeks that I have been approaching less sets. Where as in the past I would approach massive sets, but found myself getting g blown out of most if not all of them. Where now I approach less sets and manage to stay in set longer and observing myself in real time. It takes strong inner game to be able to catch yourself doing something incorrect and immediately correct it.

This has brought me to the conclusion that my two steps forward and one step back wards actually strengthen my game in that the one step of progress becomes more solid. In each step that is accomplished it becomes more acknowledged in the successes of that step.

It is not regressing, but it is making solid gains.

On Wednesday I did stand-up at Comedy TN and all-in-all it was a good first attempt at it.

The funny thing was I only prepared about an hour before hand and I had tons of stuff I was going to improv in between my prepared stuff. As I was on stage I found it difficult to remember the prepared stuff and focused so much on remembering it that I totally spaced on all the improv stuff.

You would think that 5 minutes on stage is not a whole lot of time, but it truly is. My entire routine lasted only about 2 minutes. There were long pauses in there too.

I felt very comfortable on stage though. I wasn’t nervous at all. The biggest challenge is not being able to see the audience as the lights are so freaking bright. So instead of being able to visualize the audience response to your routine, you need to be able to hear audibles like there laughter. Believe it or not I felt that was the challenge, because I was focused on trying to bring out my routine in my thoughts while listening for laughter cues. In essence this can actually broaden your PUA skills, by becoming cognizant of audible cues. Sometime you wont get visual IOI’s in a set, but if you can recognize voice patterns you could master PUA.

In every aspect of life PUA skills become more evident as self-improvement skills which transcend all layers of social dynamics.

Yeah it’s an eye catching little title but it has nothing to do with this FR.

PFC and I met up at the Saucer. There were supposed to be others but for whatever reason it was PFC and I.

I always enjoy my solo time sarging with PFC. I get into frame easier and learn a lot from the guy. Anyway we hit up Beale and opened some sets. It always amazes me that when I set blows me out now I just laugh at it and move forward. In previous AFC days I would have been crushed and allowed the blowout to set my mind as the reason you didn’t approach women. Now I look forward to it. Now because of some sadistic twinge in my life, more because I am socially aware that they weren’t actually blowing me out at all. After all how could they be blowing me out; they didn’t even know me. If they did it never would have happened. They were blowing out the 700 guys that tried to open them before me.

There were some really funny sets last night and I think it was all because of my new peacocking ribbon that says first place. One set I opened the girl handed me her ID. It was a realization that it really doesn’t matter what you say at all. She didn’t even hear anything I said. I plowed forward and negged her and her sister on their choice of shirts. It was funny. Just then, crazy old massentropy shows up. He was a different PUA last night.

We ejected out of that set and moved to Swigs. We met Shane and Cecere there and Josh had to leave to go burn up some sets. Me and PFC opened a hot sister set and it went very well. It taught me how to open table game. It was a great set, but I couldn’t really here well.

It was off to the Saucer again where we opened another set at a table. Another great interaction.

My ribbon actually had people opening me. A two set of ugs asked me what it was for and when I told them I had won the nicest ass on Beale in a thong she very seriously asked if I was wearing a thong. Not only were they ugly, but not smart either.

After the night PFC and I went to Perkins, where people at other tables were asking what my ribbon was for. The actually asked the waitress. It was great.

PFC and I discussed escalating my game into closing more now. I’m ready.

PFC, Massentropy and I had planned to go downtown and do some Sarging since Wednesday was a holiday. We figured there might be a crowd so we took the chance and headed out.I arrived at Massentropy’s house and his car wasn’t there and the lights were out so I went to call him when PFC called me. He told me that Massentropy would be hooking up with us later. PFC asked if we could ride in the jeep cause he had a large piece of steel protruding from his tire. I have an old ass Jeep, that has no interior lights, dash panel, hell even the stereo stopped working. It’s obviously something shorting out the electrical system somewhere in the fuse box.

PFC gets in and unbeknown to him about my electrical problems he goes to turn on the dome light. I explain the troubles and with a smile I say at least she still gets me around. Well with that said the truck won’t start. After some serious prayers and tinkering with the battery cables I get the old beast started. We head on down to Beale.

There weren’t a whole lot of people down there but we did end up opening some sets. The ones we could find anyway. PFC opened a girl who just moved down here from Detroit who had two gigantic Red and Blue stars tattooed above her breasts, hence the post title. I stayed in the set just so I could watch PFC and get an idea how he plows forward. He did great and truthfully it was as simple as a standard conversation, like two old friends chatting away.

He Facebook closed her and we moved on. We met up with her again later by chance and this time her sister Georgiana was along. I would say she was a 7.5, she had a nice body. Anyway I opened her and it went very well. There was even a point where three AMOG’s came up to them and hugged the two sisters while standing in between them. I used the social violation theory and said something like hey no hug for all of us. The dudes didn’t know what to say so they ejected. One of them while he was walking away said I’ll hug you, and both PFC and I said you’re not our type. They were speechless as they left.

It was very cool to hear the sister actually apologize to us that it had happened. I really didn’t care. We moved the set to the Saucer and I kinoed Georgiana all the way. Once we got inside is where I lost her. I need to work on my comfortness in being with a woman in a social gathering and not feeling awkward.

For the longest time I was a jealous AFC who hated having other guys talking to the girl I was with or trying to hit on. So when we got to the Saucer I watched a guy start talking to Georgiana and I had to tell myself no big deal. It was the first time that I really just didn’t care at all. I was comfortable about not caring. To me that was a huge breakthrough. The only thing that happened after that which is a sticking point is not only do I not need to care, but I need to learn to get back into set and plow forward. I could have closed that set easily so that’s a sticking point.

I did very good that night and know I made some great progress. There was also the door girl at Silky’s and singing with PFC in the bar and street. I danced and was jovial whenever I entered a place and it made the difference.

I also opened a server at Perkins and plowed further than normal. It was a lot of fun. Anyway I’ll be out there tonight.

Long interaction before hand that I’m too lazy to write about, but I was in a cigar store next to a cleaners in Arlington today.Cute girl buying smokes, I tell her she should quit. She asked why and I say because I don’t like to kiss on girls who smoke. She says who says that I’m going to kiss you. I re frame it accusing her of wanting to kiss me. Call her a pervert and tell her to stop looking at my ass.

She is cracking up and said something about not being able to control herself. We banter some more and she said something about how if only my pants were blocking her view. I say what am I going to get if they weren’t on, with a big smile and pretending I was going to drop them right there in the tobacco store.

I could see the owner guy was like what is this crazy guy doing in my store. He probably would have gone Jihad on me if I didn’t buy my cigars there often.

She said you probably get a kiss to start. I said see there you go again thinking I even want a kiss from you. I then proceed to tell her she probably wasn’t even a good kisser anyway.

I guess she got tired of qualifying cause she went in for the kiss on my cheek it looked like and I pulled away and said whoa girl, hands off, I’m not some cheap fluzey you know.

I could see she was shocked that I wouldn’t let her kiss me. I back up and say well I guess you did earn a look anyhow and right there in the cigar store dropped my pants and turned around and smacked my ass. Yeah I was wearing boxers, but shit it was crazy thing to do and I freaking did it.

The owner was like OMG! She was laughing started hooting and hollering.

Anyway to make a long story short she is married, but I did end up getting a kiss from her. I didn’t get the number, but it was freaking fun.

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