I was talking to massentropy, my wingman, last night about my controversial posting about Jesus being a PUA. Believe me I got some HATE mail, death threats, a marriage proposal, 2 dates and a job offer, but the best advice I got to counter all the hatred spewed my way was from massentropy who put it simple. He said, Junky if you’re going to talk about Jesus, than just make sure you also write about the devil in an equal manner. Well as you all know, at the end of my diatribe yesterday, I promised I would be back to speak about the “innocuous” devil himself, the red headed monster of Hades, the beast AKA Lucifer.

Already my intention to lay into the easy brunt of all jokes, that stupid mother-fucker the devil. He’s a punk ass that doesn’t even look good, let alone know the first thing about how to be a god. Now we already have discovered Jesus was a mPUA and banged his way all across Rome. It was the reason they crucified his ass, but no worries, he came back in three days and laid some more. In fact all through out history Jesus has been reincarnated, take Don Juan, Elvis, Robert Plant, Mystery, me and I’m sure a few others whose names elude me. But the devil, he was an AFC that watched down from the big pussy mound in the sky, looking down on all these mere mortals. That’s the difference my loyal readers: Jesus is a God, the devil is an AFC.

The bible has it all wrong! It’s written to control masses of people and as such they need to control those masses. Have sex, make love, fuck the hoe next stoe, you’ll burn in hell. You should only procreate with your wife and only when you are planning children. We can’t have an army of children who might grow up one day into men and out-ALPHA the king. Too many men in the city means to many conflicting opinions, to many conflicting opinions means war! That’s right kiddies, now sit around the fire and listen and lets listen in as JunkyFungus tells us a story about the night before Christmas. Except its his style and most of you will not want to hear what he has to stay.

The bible was manufactured by man, because man knew how to psychologically manipulate himself. The underpinning of faith runs through the bible. It feeds on mans desire, that if they stay prostrate, tithe, listen to the ridiculous dogmas of man made rules as long as they still have faith, even in the most difficult of times God will shine down on them. Bullshit you idiots. God didn’t make you to look down upon you, he made you to fuck. That’s right the old man in the sky is as big a perv as you know you are.

So now we come to satan, lord of the dark-world. Why do you think its dark? I’ll tell you why! Hell gets all the nasty freaky mother fuckers who wouldn’t make it in this world. It gets the ug bitches you wouldn’t even fuck. The nasty fat skanks whose hands are caked in the cream filling of Twinkies. The wretched, the retards, the losers, the social rejects. Don’t want to end up in hell? Master the game fucker, get your head out your ass, go to the gym, clear up that disgusting acne and get out their and approach. You should be scared as a blond in the ghetto, a straight dude on Castro street whose about to get ass-raped by ten drug crazed queers, a virgin whose boyfriend has ten inches. It should scare the living shit out of you! It’s dark down there for a reason and its not hot either. Its colder than hell LOL.

The religious zealots, who are so fucked up to not even realize religion was to control the masses as a way to not overthrow the king, will tell you the devil is bad. You damn right the devil was bad. He was so bad he couldn’t get any of the millions of free human gash down on Earth. I mean he was the most beautiful angel in all gods creation. He was made in perfection and I’m telling you was also the biggest AFC I ever met. Yeah I met him a few times. He stared back at me for years as I watched my friends fuck every piece of tail in town while me and satan whacked off to porn at home. I watched through his eyes and cried myself to sleep as all my girls had their legs pinned behind their ears. screaming as they were fucked to high-heaven.

That’s what satan wants you to do, thats why he’s associated himself with rape. He can’t get that shit on his own, so bitch got to go and rape someone. When he was in heaven looking down, he’d be the angel standing in the corner with his arms folded, not making eye contact, a sad frown, his dick properly tucked between his ass-cheeks. All the while God was getting Mary pregnant with a true ALPHA, Jesus.

Lucifer tried to get the minions to go against god and would preach, its not right. Don’t have sex, don’t corrupt that chick, don’t tell her to shop at Vickies Secrets, don’t, don’t, don’t! He would bitch, like a whiney three year old all day, moping around crying himself to sleep. But he was horny, he was very horny and jerking off wasn’t cutting it. So one day he got up the balls and started reading himself some DYD by David D. He learned cocky funny and thought he was ALPHA. He challenged the ALPHA himself and got PUNKED! God had enough of his shit and cast him and his minions off the great pussy mound in  the sky straight out of Compton, err I mean heaven. Although you will most likely want to believe god sent his ass to the asshole of the world, you’d be wrong. Nope the asshole would have significant usage for other things besides shitting years later when JunkyFungus came along. So God cast lucifer into the armpit of all humanity. Smelly, hairy and not really useful for sex.

I give you the story of Jesus – mPUA and satan AFC, for your own salvation my child. Don’t believe the hype of religion and think that everything good and godly in life like fucking and sucking, smoking and toking, drinking and umm whatever it is that rhymes with drinking, are bad. That was the devils great deception. Yup another way to control the masses. Things like rape and murder, now thats some serious bad shit and by default only a true AFC would commit those crimes. But sex? Sex is the way of the ALPHA, the OMEGA, the way of the mPUA. Yes my friend go and be like Jesus and fuck the living hell out of all the women you meet. You’ll be god-like to get the “hell” out of them and save a soul. I mean after all god put them hear for our fun. It’s OK, when you get to the big Clit in the sky, tell them JunkyFungus sent you.

Another saved soul!

I relate to the Christ. I am the Christ after all, reincarnated as a PUA. After all, if Jesus was alive today wouldn’t he be a PUA and a master at that. Ahh, nothing like a steaming pile of fresh controversy to fuck up your nice new shoes.

I’ve thought about this for a while and I have come to the conclusion that religion serves a purpose. It keeps the week minded masses in line, when they follow cults and radical religions. Take radical muslims for example; If those crazy mother-fuckers aren’t blowing somebody like the jews up to high-holy fucking hell, than they are out with Kalashnikovs smoking their daughters asses for wearing Levi’s. Bitch should have been covered up anyway.

Now the jews on the other hand, they are guided by the hand of almighty God himself and if he says they are to enslave all of Palestine, or kill the rat bastards in the process than who the hell are we to tell them it might just be wrong! I mean God told them it was OK after all in the ten commandments. “Though shall not kill, except those pesky muslim radicals and there families and anybody who might be in the building at the same time, or the next building over too.” See, what I tell you, they are commanded to kill by God the Almighty himself.

The Christians, well they are all fucked up too. The Catholics are the architect of the crusades and lest we forget the inquisition. Damn fuckers should have admitted their guilt and none of that bloodshed would have happened. It was their fault anyway and they deserved to die. Then, of course, we have the Baptists, protestants, 7th dayers, COGIC, and a million other christian denominations all ready to fight to the death for their cause against each other. When the baptists come to my house I love telling them I’m a catholic, or muslim, or whatever the desired flavor of the day is. They argue until I start talking in tongues, rolling my eyes, twitching a bit, bout ready to bust out the car bombs on their asses. Thats always fun to watch.

Don’t even get me started on those fucking mormons either. Let those freaks get a hold of a nuke and we are all fried. They don’t give a shit either, after all they get their own planet where they can rule over as God and come up with their own commandments. Shit, I might just join up with them. Tell you what though, I wouldn’t be no burning bush, I’d be some whacked out shit, like a talking rock that spews acid then give my commandments. All bitches and ho’s are to be naked and horny always. Kill whenever and whomever you want as long as you have the guts to cut those biatches up into little pieces with double sided razor blade.

My commandment would rock!

But instead, here I am on planet earth, just a humble PUA making my way through life, looking for love, but fucking every chick I can along the way. Drinking and boozing and living La Vida Loco, whatever the fuck that means. This all reminds me about a story when I lived in Cliffwood Beach NJ on Amboy Rd. Now, that was a Party house!

My roommate back then Ray, who is currently insane, and I were smoking BONG hits when the door was knocked upon. No cop cars in the driveway so no need to panic yet. Ray answers the door and comes walking back into my room saying its for you. I go to the door and its the Jehovah Witnesses come to save my doomed soul and award me my own planet to be GOD over. Fuck yeah I’m interested. I ask questions: Do I get to deflower the virgins? How bout the dogs? Can I fuck the dogs and then eat them raw, while drinking goats blood? This magic underwear, does it come in blue?

All the while, Ray is in the kitchen on the grinding wheel (we were bachelors. What Bachelor shouldn’t have a grinding wheel in the kitchen) grinding down the knives screaming bloody fucking murder. Needless to say the witnesses witnessed insanity and left. The next day we found pamphlets and flyers littering our property about damnation. Fuck lady, you came here and experienced damnation yourself! Do you really believe your flyers would scare us into changing our wicked ways?

So, if you are still reading this and haven’t puked your chicken dinner with rice, veggies and corn nuggets over the keyboard yet, thus ruining your PC, you’re probably wondering what in fuck is the JunkyFungus rambling on about. Like I said in my view Jesus was a cool dude that wanted to challenge religion. He rebelled against the jews and pagans, muslims and who ever the fuck else got in his way. He cured the sick and was accompanied by women where ever he went. His disciples learned from him, called him master. They weren’t learning about religion my friends, they were learning pick up. The bible? The bible was written hundreds, closer to a thousand years later. They didn’t get it wrong in  the bible, they deliberately deceived you into believing that crazy shit, so they could control you.

Jesus had all the control, cause he was a pimping, cool ass mother fucker who practiced Pick Up Artistry and could bang any woman, any time. How do you think he controlled the masses? The mass? The mass was a fucking orgy! The crowds that let the stupid prick ass thieve Barabos go instead of the Christ? Well they were all men, it makes sense. Jesus was fucking all their girlfriends.

Raising the dead: He rose the man from the being dead to women to being a regular pimp. The Blind? He gave them the vision to see women through pick up. Lepers? They just needed to peacock. Walking on water? Its symbology for getting the chick so wet he had to walk on water just to stick his dick into her. All these miracles can be attributed to pick up.

Lets face it: Jesus was a mPUA and most likely would have fucked your sister too.

What’s Hell about? My next blog post I’ll explain how Lucifer was really an anal retentive punk who couldn’t see snatch for snatch so god cast his bitch-ass out. Of course its about suffering with him, there’s no pussy to fuck. Yup, the evidence was conclusive, Jesus is a PUA.

Pray for me Å

So what’s wrong with the NFL? I’m a bit perplexed by all the recent fines and violations these guys are getting for hard-hitting their opponents. Here are the recent articles from ESPN about fines and suspensions for players playing the game:

Edwards calls fine ridiculous

Patriots WR Moss fined $20K for criticizing officials

Porter apologizes to Jones; still upset about fines

NFL fines Lutui, Rodgers-Cromartie

NFL fines 49ers’ Davis, Gore and more

Expensive season: NFL fines Giants’ Burress $45K

NFL fines Jerry Jones $25K for comments on ref

Sources: NFL fines Saints’ Payton for comments

Titans’ Haynesworth fined for hit on Chargers’ QB

You can check out the hundreds more here

You read me right: HUNDREDS more and that’s just for this season. Has Roger Goodell ruined the NFL? If he hasn’t he is certainly on the verge of ruining it. This is a full-contact hard-hitting sport that involves tackling the opponent. If he wants to run a sissy sport he should try synchronized swimming or something, but leave my damn NFL alone. I’m a bit skanked out abut all this crap.

This all sounds like that PC crap and I don’t want it in the NFL. You cant even hit a quarterback without getting a fine. I have been watching players forgo sacks and loose games, because they would rather not get the fine. That is just too fucking panzyish for me.

On top of that I’m officially saying that the NFL are now fixing games as well. I’m publicly declaring that NFL teams are throwing games to make the season more exciting. Fuck it I think I might go watch reruns of Nastia Lukin doing her floor exercise. More exciting than NFL these days.

Lately I have been finding that there are some people on this planet you just can’t trust. I have noticed quite a few people that I interact with that either, don’t think about the ramifications of their actions, or believe they are doing hurtful things under the radar so it doesn’t matter what those ramifications are. The age old adage of “out of sight, out of mind” is another way of saying fuck you, I don’t take responsibility for my actions. What will strike a discord to me the most is some of the very people I speak about will be reading my blog and never have the intelligence to realize I am speaking about them. SAD!

I work for a company and its always funny to me that no matter how hard I do work, or how the stresses get to me, like I expect anybody else’s job would, I always see through all that bull-shit and still love what I do. Many of the people I meet are a bit jealous of my career, and rightfully so. I get to go out and party every week and have an expense account to do so. I’m actually required to go out to social environments and test out potential molecules and experimental test mixes. This basically means that I have to have fun, or if I’m lucky, get laid. I mean, who has a job like that? I don’t even like calling it a job, or for that matter a career. To me it’s much more like my calling, something that I love to do.

The thing about it though, there are times when it can be super-stressful just because, well, it still is my job. Inherently I am a nice person and as such believe that man is good. I realize there are those in this world who are bad, but I also believe that it is taught to the weak minded by those who prey on them and then there are others who are weak minded. A few weeks ago, I was having a pretty rough week because of something that was said. It worked itself out, as it always does, but when things like that happen we all need an avenue to vent. I actually believe that a lot of what happens that could be construed as negative is my doing, or undoing if you must, but we learn from our mistakes.

As a company things are moving very fast for us and about to bust open the seams and spill over. Such a unique and forward, innovative group of individuals with a dynamic outlook on life and the world is sometimes going to clash and oh boy, when we do its magnificent! It’s like having 10o Edison’s, the master of innovation, all in the same room working towards the same goals and ideals, all with completely different ways of getting there. Like I said: Magnificent! We may not always agree on how to do it, or why we should do it, or even if it should be done, but the brainstorming sessions alone are like incredible firework displays. The ideas that flow are like electricity in the sky during a lightning storm, the Aurora Borealis on the darkest northern night, or the explosion of colliding masses like that which air burst over Tunguska. Either beautiful or explosive, but how ever it is looked upon, it all has one solid foundational aspect that cannot be overlooked: A Better World! We all believe in it and it drives us.

There are times however, when I need to vent to others about the stresses that can become overwhelming if I don’t release them. In most instances its not an issue as usually things just click and everything seems to flow like a river of thought. A few weeks ago, it didn’t happen that way and so I vented to a friend. My friend is completely separate from anything to do with that world. She doesn’t go there to read or explore what others say, she doesn’t use the molecules, she is just a friend, who ironically became a friend by my testing of the molecules. I know when I go to her she is going to remain true to her word. She is a friend of honor and principles. She stands by what she says and if you tell her something in private it stays that way. I completely trust her and isn’t that the way it should be? I know that I can trust her no matter what I say. Unequivocally she is the true essence of what friendship is all about.

This brings me to my point of this blog. I would think that if you tell someone something in private and specifically ask them to keep it private, you would expect it to be so. I mean, you wouldn’t stop by your local market and tell the checkout chick about something and expect it to remain private. Some people believe, erroneously in my opinion, that there are different levels of friendship. I believe that all friends are equal and should be treated as such. After all, the very definition of friendship is; “mutual trust and support.” Indeed friendships in my humblest view of the world is trusting and supporting each other.

I recall growing up that I had friends who referred to others as their best friends, but the thing was in my neighborhood, my best friends were Timmy, Steve, Kevin and a few others. We didn’t have a best friend, we were all best friends to our very core. When we went out, we all went out, when we had a secret, we all had that secret. There were no better friends amongst us, it was just all of us, I guess the three musketeers comes to mind. That philosophy permeated our friendships and would later, now, shape our lives and how we viewed the world. I like to think all man is good and I know I have already said this, but I do and so should you.

Yesterday I was in for a hell of a shock when a friend called me. He said he had found out about something through a mutual friend and it made him very upset. Not because of what happened, but they themselves in telling me were breaking the very sanctity of trust of the other person that told them. I had told another friend something in confidence, that happened during a pick up  and asked them not to mention it to anybody. It was such a minuscule tiny little detail in life that effects no one except me, but the point being, it was told in the sanctity of trust. I told this person it, because I believed they believed in the trust of our friendship.

The friend that told me was obviously agonizing over the whole thing. My other friend, who I trusted with the information, told this friend not to mention it to me, or anyone else, because I asked them not to mention it. This friend actually used the trust issue as a way of blackmailing against misusing the very trust they were breaking. The friend that told me felt terrible that they were now, by telling me, breaking that same trust of the other friend. The mad spiral down to mistrust!

I remember listening to a popular radio show here in Memphis called “Your Time With Kim”. Silly, but all the ladies in Memphis listen to it and it gives me a tremendous wealth of knowledge I use to open sets. One of my favorites was: “If you saw your friends husband/boyfriend kissing another girl in the bar, would you tell your friend?” It’s one of the best openers I have used in a long time. So much better, than who lies more, and sets fly open. Everybody has an opinion and usually it draws the ALPHA female out of the set first. They are the most vocal and will “voice” their views the loudest. The best part about this is you also get the naughty girls out in the open too. She will usually ask off the cuff questions about how cute the boyfriend/husband is, or does he have a friend. Great stuff and I highly recommend you try it. Of course giving it away was kind of stupid of me!

But it really rings a bell though, because you really have to ask yourself, when do you break that sanctity of turst? What if you were freinds with both the guy and the girl? What happens if while the husband is away the wife tries to seduce you into sleeping with her? Believe me it happens and a good friend of mine is going through a bitter divorce right now. I didn’t know about any of it while it was going on, but what would I have done? I liked his wife and was friends with her, before I knew him. She was always a little slutty, but like I said, she was my friend as well as he was.

Where do we draw the line? How do we choose what friends trust to betray and what friends trust to honor?

Feedback as always welcome and appreciated. Shit I know you guys read this as I see a couple of hundred unique visits every day. So why no freaking comments? Someone let me know if there is an issue with posting comments with the SPAM blocker on.

Last night I went through some personal shit again in my game and I wanted to get it out in the open. I’ve been doing a lot of work with some of the best Pick-Up Artists in the world. I have been in contact with many of them for a good while and they have been helping me with my game. It’s nice to have telephone support from guys whose game is just off the hook. Whenever I am in a jam and have no idea how to progress I can just pick up the Iphone and give them a call. It’s helped me through some times when I just would have not known what to do next.

I mentioned in my last few blog posts that I was suffering with a bad case of Approach Anxiety in any bar. I was determined to beat it and so I’ve been going out the last few nights. On Tuesday I went out to a few bars, there was really not a thing going on, but even so there were a couple of sets I could have opened. My Pick-Up friends will tell you that you don’t have to do pick-up every night, but for me its crucial that I do. To many excuses can be made to not and that was just another excuse for me. I didn’t approach and therefore I didn’t work on my inner game issue of AA.

Last night I went to the Downtown Saucer and when I got there I was determined to open a set. I was the first one there and like clockwork I found a mixed four set. There were two brunettes and two dudes. I was going to use the UFO cub machine and then turn to open them, but the machine was not working. Since they were right there it was the perfect situational opener. I had the two dudes jumping through my compliance hoops trying to get the machine to work. I made friends of them and then opened the obstacle. Easy work!

I managed to isolate the target and get her to comply by moving over to the machine. I had my arm around her, things were moving smoothly. Great right? Nope, because all of a sudden my inner-game issues came a burbling to the top like a giant gas bubble from the cesspool of my darkest recesses. Disgusting right? You damn right it is and annoying too! I could have had that girl easy. She was mine for the taking and those guys never would have known what happened. It wasn’t meant to be though as like I said, my inner game was screaming at me: “JunkyFungus, you can’t have this girl. She is a babe and you’re just fat. She’s going to laugh at you when you move in for a kiss. She’ll pull away and the whole bar will laugh. Ahahahaa I’m even laughing at you. I love you JunkyFungus, listen to me, its your inner voice speaking. There’s no getting away from me. Marsha, Marsha, Marsha!

Spooky right? Yeah my mind can be just as twisted as yours.

My inner game was screaming with an issue I have been trying to beat for the longest time. Strike that, I have been trying to kick the shit out of for the longest time. Every time I try and get a step ahead, I keep getting that horrible voice challenging me, calling me out on my shit, and putting me down. Many of us have antagonists in our lives, but how many of those antagonists are their own selves. It’s like self-depreciating, self-pity, self-hatred all rolled up in a nice warm bun of mental illness. But every time I try and do something about it, every time I make great progress with women, every time I join a gym, every time I go on a diet, every time I take an action to shut that nagging voice the hell up, it comes back stronger and stronger.

I can’t get away from it, or can I? I remember reading in:
Influence: The Psychology of Persuasion (Collins Business Essentials)
that if you publicize any of your problems or goals, you are more like to achieve them. I’m hoping this works, because I’m about at wits end with this one. I’ve said it already, but in case you missed it, my inner game is screaming at me about my weight issue. Again though, I’ve joined a gym: I pay $30 a month for a two year membership thats already 7 months old and I’ve gone maybe a months worth. I’ve gone on diets, I’ve committed myself before. My second blog post: Ice At The End Of My Straw was all about this same thing. When I was in Los Angeles in January I met the most awesomist Yoga and Life Coach ever. I read her blog daily and she inspired me so much, but why still today is this commitment so elusive?

I ask, maybe as a rhetorical question, but feedback is appreciated, because maybe someone with insight can answer. Is there something wrong with me. I was on a diet once and I had lost nearly 50 lbs and was looking terrific. I was working out every day and life was looking good, and then clear, out of the blue, without reason I just stopped. No reason, except maybe personal sabotage. Do you know, because I sure as hell don’t.

I do know, in my own mind, my inner game is screaming at me. It’s telling me that no woman wants a guy who can’t take care of himself. Shit man, I got mad game! I sleep with lots of women and I’ve had some of the hottest women in Memphis in my bed. I’m an ALPHA mother fucker and I know it, but this inner game, my inner game is all fucked up and needing assistance.

This is my commitment, this is my public announcement of my goal, my Influence changing, life altering pledge to myself that I need to get this area in my life under control. I was able to accomplish what I never thought I would be able to accomplish. I am a master PUA, I am ALPHA, I am going to be famous. By God I am in control of my life.

My friends, I humbly ask you to keep my pledge to you, to me in check.

Yes its true! You might not believe it, but I suffer from severe approach anxiety, but only in the bar. I’ve overcome my anxiety everywhere else, but when I’m in a bar, for some reason I freeze up. It’s something I have been saying I will be working on, but as with most anxieties, its easier to put it aside than to actually work on. I’ve made it a point however, to let everyone in my pick-up community know about it so now, I will have no choice but to overcome it. I am sure they will be pushing me into sets, but on that same token, now that I have come out with it publicly I believe I will in turn push myself further.

We all have these little nagging things that we know we can do better at. Many of us believe we can beat our anxieties by ourselves, but that is a good way to not accomplish anything. From experience what I have learned in life if you have something that you are trying to accomplish tell your friends. By putting it out there, you are essentially setting a public goal to those who you care about. By setting the goal as public your friends will push you and you will also need to push yourself, or you will not only be letting yourself down, but also those you told. It’s like reverse psychology for your own brain.

Many of my readers like to remain anonymous, many to the point of not even posting comments. I find this practice to be a bit strange, but recently it was brought to my attention that I was doing the very same thing. Looking back at this situation I continuously put myself into I never would have guessed it in a million years. Sometimes hearing it from a different perspective is enough to open up our eyes at social failures and encourage us to overcome self-imposed obstacles.

On Friday night I was invited to a Memphis Lair meeting. It had been a while since I had been to the lair website and even longer since I had posted. Working on a forum all day can turn me away from posting any type of results, whether from Pick-Up or Pheromones, but in truth  have found myself turning away from many things Pick-Up. To me reading field reports is mundane to my existence and I have been trying to surround myself with socially viable solutions that promise the most value for my buck. I actively read Roissy in DC, Thundercat, Bristol Lair, The Rawness and a few others that I find to add value into my life. Not that others wouldn’t add value, but personally I don’t have a whole lot of time to sort through the crap to get to the good stuff.

Like I was saying, Friday night I was invited to a lair meeting. Now please understand that I really, truly despise the word lair. By definition Lair means and underground place that an animal uses to hide. By the very definition it almost seems that those who ponder social realism’s and attempt to get that area of their lives under control would then by animals who hide. Those who seek to improve in their lives are not animals and should be ALPHA enough to never hide what they do or are attempting to learn. I actively seek knowledge from men and women alike on how to better interact with society. This has enabled me to grow as a man and thus prove more valuable to society, but more importantly myself.

I found myself straying away from those friends who I call friends and honor them by using their knowledge and feeding them knowledge likewise. Friendships are interchangeable leaps of faith in  one another. My friendship with members of the lair has been challenged lately, but not by those friends, but by myself instead. I have grown and changed recently. My friendships with PUA gurus has also changed. I have contact with some of the greatest names in Pick-Up and daily calls and meet-ups. I travel the world, have a show in production stages and meet very interesting people, but who is it that keeps me grounded. All of my friends, like myself have faults, I know of no one that really doesn’t. Those who say they don’t show obvious signs of social-disorders and need professional help to free themselves of demons. One friend, and yes he is still a friend, is so caught up in himself he really needs to come down a notch as he is alienating himself from others.

But this is where my title to this blog comes in. Wasn’t I doing precisely this, alienating myself, from my friends in my Pick-Up group, by not posting reports or anything that would be considered value? By my incessant search for value myself, I was moving further and further away from those I have come to call friends. After all friendships are about adding value, without seeking reciprocity or anything else in return. Friendships is the giving of one self absolutely. I learned something in that meeting that I never learned from talking to master gurus over this past year.

Humility is important in life when you want nothing in return, but as humans is this really even possible? Can we really not want something in return for those things we do? I forget who said what, or even if it was said by anyone, other than myself. I learned a valuable lesson that night, if you want social proof to work for you, than you need to use the social proof. Prophetic, it is not, but how many guys really understand it. I bet right now there are many readers thinking they get it, but when time comes to go out and use social proof they end up use it wrong and thus not use it at all.

During the meeting I told everyone that my sticking point to this day is opening sets in bars. How difficult I find it to say anything to all those pretty young things waiting for the JunkyFungus to bed them. I explained that I have mad social proof in some downtown bars. I have slept with several servers in one particular bar and every time I go there I never use it to my advantage. It hit me like a ton of bricks at that moment. By the grace of the God of Gab I have been blessed with amazing charisma. I can talk to anyone about anything. I never have a problem talking to guys in bars, so why women? What social conditioning breaks me down and limits my social skills in talking with babes in a bar? No issues in BuckyStars, so why not the bar?

The bricks were heavy and left a mark on my intellect. I realized I wasn’t using social proof to my advantage and thus not using it at all. Whenever I went into the bar I always found a guy or two to creep in between and say hi to the bartender, whom I slept with and order some drinks. She is always so accommodating  to my game and says crazy great stuff like I never loved you, I only used you for sex! Geez, talk about making things easier.

On friday I sought her out and just before I creaped in between two guys I found the tightest spot between two babes and wedged my way between them. I smiled at them and commented how tight the space was with a big knowing smile. My bartender came over and immediately gave me the warmest smile. It was like she knew what I was up to. She said I’ll serve you the drinks tonight, but you’re not allowed to talk to me and left. The ladies on either side must of thought something was up. My bartender came back and gave me my beer and then said that she was sick and tired of me seducing her and taking her home. She was tired of me using her like some type of trophy for the night and then never telling her I love her. great stuff. The sets on either side of me opened me. I didn’t have to do a thing.

All I can say guys if you can get a bartender or waitress to hug you or tease you about sexual innuendo, you will never have to worry about opening sets. Sure I got blown out of some sets, but not because I was timid about opening sets, rather I was seen as a player. Me a player! Guys use social proof to your advantage. It’s always better to have people interact with women than not.

As always feedback is welcome:)

Usually on Wednesdays I go out to downtown Memphis, to get my kicks on Beale Street, but tonight was different. Perhaps it is the work load I have been handling, maybe the anxiousness of the pending economic calamity that the press would have you believing, or maybe its that I didn’t go to bed last night until about 4 a.m.

I didn’t have the energy level to go to Beale, nor did I want to really. I definitely had to get out of the house though, and I promised myself that I would write a blog. I really want to keep up on my blog and a promise to the readers, I still have, I will do such. I know that I have said this before, but by all things good in this world I will honor my commitment. Lately I have been turned off by BuckyStars as the prices are just to high for this type of economy. On the same point, lately whenever I have gone to BuckyStars, apparently everybody else got the memo too, that its just to expensive to waste money on. Not to mention that, for the most part, their hiring practices have been less than desirable. I always liked the feel of walking into the local coffee house where everybody knew your name and welcomed you when you came in the door. That has just not been my experience lately there.

Resigning to the fact that I needed to get away from the whirr of the TV and the boring crap that’s always on, I decided to head out and give the old BuckyStars a last-ditch effort. Today was an odd day for me, I was showered early and out to the bank, but as with most days, my time is spent sitting in front of a computer monitor working on the Net. After a day of work, even though not labor or dirty, for some odd reason I find myself getting dirty from the Net. It seems like there is some type of electronic grime that builds up on flesh. The deeper I get involved in my worked during the day, the dirtier I get. Not sure really, what its from, but after ten hours in front of the Internet, my clothes smell, and I need a good hot shower.

Tonight was no exception, and yet as I said I felt tired and drained. Didn’t really feel like doing much, but I knew I wanted to get out. For a moment I actually debated about going out and just throwing on a hoodie and heading out the door. After all who would be at BuckyStars anyway? Nobody right! It really took myself looking into myself and observing my own actions (observing ones ego is a skill all ALPHA’s must have) to realize I was taking the easy way out. The ALPHA male is always prepared. Mom didn’t tell you when you were a kid growing up to wear clean underwear for no reason. She knew there was more to it than maybe getting hit by a bus. If you get hit by a bus, in all actuality you’re going to shit yourself anyway so clean underwear doesn’t mean squat!

Mom had that intrinsic juju that every woman has for ALPHA men. She knew that her baby boy could step out side that door any minute and discover the fascinating wonderful creatures they call woman. Mom was smart:) after all mom was a babe and she obviously had so much more social observational skills than any guy would ever have. Listen to mom, my brain was saying.

With a bit of trepidation that valuable blog writing time was wasting, I decided I would take a shower, don some clean clothes, PUA style and head on out the door. No excuses SteveO, you are ALPHA male and ALPHA’s always expect the unexpected. Dressed to the nines for a cup of coffee, even knowing full-well the only people at BuckyStars will be you and the angry gay-male Baristas. I figured maybe I would write about Barak winning the Presidency and ask everyone to pray for him and the USA. I jumped in the Beemer and headed out. I debated calling a few friends, but ahh I’d figure out something to write about.  I always do and have been told I’m long-winded.

So I pull into BuckyStars and wouldn’t you know, one of my favorite Baristas is working. I was sure she had quit and I would never see her around again. Apparently they have a morning shift here too. I never would have guessed. Then to my amazement and happiness there she was. My Pixie friend from the other BuckyStars, they are closing due to the economic calamity I had written about a bit earlier in this post. I had been down there a few times and she just seemed to disappear so I thought she was gone too. Yup SteveO is dressed to the nines and she was like, wow every time I see you you’re always so stylish. IOI? You damn tootin it was.

Funny thing I was so enamored into talking to my favorite Barista I just kind of ignored her, which totally worked in my favor. No sweat though, before long the whole place was laughing and wouldn’t you know my favorite Barista would DHV me. She asked me how the filming was going for the production. Pixie expected me to elaborate on it, but SteveO was just like, yup it’s busy and hectic and by next year it will be in full production. Not to much info, but enough to peak curiosity.

I had my blog title and it’s an important one guys. Always be prepared, regardless if you’re going to the convenient store, gas station, laundry, whatever, make each impression your most important. Always remember the first impression begins with you at home in the mirror. Just imagine if I came out feeling grimy like I wanted to before. None of this would have happened. Things fall into place when you prepare yourself for everything, just like mom used to tell ya.

That’s certainly not the end of the story with Pixie either. The store has been streaming with babes all night and many of them know me. Pixie is wondering, just how does this guy, who is always so well dressed and styling happen to know everybody that comes through that door? She just told me she gets a break in about 6 minutes, so I will finish by saying, I’m going to get to know Pixie a little better on her break.

So the other day I happened upon a friends house late at night, or early in the morning, depending how you want to look at it. It was a night that I only had a few beers and my game was really on. I managed to progress my life forward in the recent months and it was shinning through when coming to game. A couple of things I have done is grow my hair out and really amp up on my health and nutrition. If you are in need of a great couch who has been there than may I suggest Andrea Allbright from www.AmazingBodyNow.com. She is a class act and gifted teacher.

I managed to end up at a friends house for a while and this is a guy who I thought was really smart. I have come to understand that in his dialect with others, he will make comments about people right there. I don’t believe it is done maliciously, but all the same I wonder what he gets from it. It’s like you can be sitting there and he and his girlfriend will comment about your intelligence to each other, not recognizing the fact they are doing it in front of you. I read a blog by TheRawness recently about his European Trip recently that reminded me of this behavior. It’s not quite the same, but very similar.

I guess some people think that their intelligence is so much more advanced than others that they actually predisposition themselves to believe in their own hype. I’m not claiming to be better than others, only that I have been around the block and I am smart enough to recognize insults that are under the cuff.

We were all talking about interesting people and somehow the topic of Roissy in DC  came about. Now if you don’t know http://roissy.wordpress.com/ than you need to follow the link and read up. The blog is brilliant and yet simple in its thought process. Very clear and understandable and to me, one of my favorite blogs on the net today.

So BAMM, all of a sudden my friend, goes on this tirade that he doesn’t care, and not to link him the site, because he would end up reading it, disagreeing, and end up being right! Holly wow, talk about being closed minded. He tried to justify his position, by saying that too many people send him links and they all turn out the same. I simply said, I guess you have been hanging out with the wrong type of people. With that said it was time to go.

I left a bit bewildered and I guess we all have our moments, but the outrage of this man believing so much in himself to close off any and all incoming data as wrong, before it is even presented is just sad. I valued my friends input always and liked to listen to what he had to say. What bothers me most is not so much his inequities, but more that the information he is presenting as truth cannot be taken as such, especially knowing that which I do now.

Your feedback is appreciated like always.

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