I know the direction I must go, and I am on the path, but the question now comes up with other things. Am I in the right forest? Sure I am heading in the right direction but this compels me to ask myself where else I need to make the changes that will ultimately lead me in the direction of my goal.

In the beginning of this year I set a goal that I would make my first million dollars and somehow I seem ever distant from achieving that goal. I know the universe is supposed to unfold before me and my job is not to limit the universe presenting that goal to me, but I also know that I am supposed to focus on achieving that goal. This is where currently I am struggling. How is it I am supposed to be focused on that goal driving myself ever closer when things around me get tougher and tougher.

With my health I know how to achieve it. I can control the foods I eat, the exercise I do, the lifestyle I choose, but with finances it seems so much more impossible, especially when things are not where they need to be. The economy sucks and it is directly affecting my lifestyle. With everything that’s happening I have to ask myself if staying the course is going to pull me away or help me achieve that success I desire.

What amazed me most was that there were two trains of thought when I announced my intentions. One, from 99% men was of astonishment and near anger. How could I do something like this? Was something messed up in my inner game? Did I have a brain tumor I was wearing a hat to hide? The other 99% females was it’s about time! You must have figured out woman really want romance, blah, blah, blah… Yeah I’m listening to that CRAP!

First off I didn’t say I was going to roll up my cock and put it away somewhere in cold storage. I didn’t say I was going to stop fucking every chick that met my fancy, and sure as hell I aint stopping loving that wonderful Pink and Squishy, warm and wet, soft and enveloping area of a woman us men call a pussy:). I’m not sure what idiot dreamed all this up, but fuck, get your head out your ass. OK enough of the cursing for this blog. One of my goals is to stop cursing so much and start lying more.

Anyway I figured it would be understood why I was leaving PUA behind and start thinking more forward, but I was wrong. You see, to me Pick-Up is very limited in its thinking. I mean I know a bunch of Pick Up Artists that are considered masters in their fields. There are guys who I always seem to really connect with and have an understanding of them more than I do of others. I mean I like Mystery and guys like him, but I can’t say that he would be my friend if we lived close. I wouldn’t say guys like that wouldn’t either but I’m more inclined to natural guys who don’t use gimmicks and tricks to get what they want, but more like people like Alex Alman and Jae Ellis. Some of the nicest guys I have met in pick-up and normal too.

I see guys who attempt to be someone else when they do pick-up, someone fake, just to get laid and sorry my friends, getting laid is all its about. There are times for sex, and yeah I will admit, it most of the time, but to get interesting, you need to be interested. Let me repeat that, to get interesting, you need to be interested. The passionate confident male is always interested in interesting things. Its about taking in what life has to offer and appreciating it. I felt limited with this respect doing pick-up!

It started out as a life lesson when I read DYD from David D and then Mystery. I made that connection that so many of us do. Lets face it, many guys just don’t get it at all! The thing was though as my game got better and better on the outside, I noticed that more and more things on the inside started creeping and crawling until my inner game was filled with creepy crawlers eating at my brain. It almost seems like an oxymoron, but gaming women was corrupting my personal confidence. I believe I was starting to become more and more ingrained into being a pick-up artist rather than living and experiencing life to its fullest.

I have seen so many guys in this niche start to loose their identities in the hopes of becoming a ladies man, but I challenge this notion. Isn’t one of the reasons you got into pick-up was because you were deserving a relationship. Now it just seems like everything you are doing is about gaming, while your personal identity slips away. I have seen many a man, good people, completely change and become someone else. I am not anybody else, I am just JunkyFungus, but a whole lot smarter than I was a couple of years ago. Of course I plan to fuck my way through Memphis, but at the same time I plan to also seek out life.

OK back to the pleasantries of the babes of Victoria’s Secrets. I was in the mall doing some last minute shopping and asked a friend if he wanted to head over to Vicky’s. I was surprised that he said he felt intimidated by the store. I certainly can feel his anxiousness as I have approach anxiety more often than I like to admit. The good news, at least for me, is that I actually found a valuable lesson to be learned here. Now something like walking into a frilly girly-girl store like VS, is not a big deal at all to me. To my friends walking up to a babe and gaming here is not a big deal to them either.

The lesson is, why should life be anything less than fun? Like who cares if you’re approaching a babe, just do it, get out there, smile and have fun doing everything. The passionate man, who is confident does not fail. He sees an opportunity to move forward and enjoy every interaction as its the most important one of his life. He radiates with knowledge, willing to share, to learn, to experience. I am that passionate man and you can be too.

I was a bit unsure of what type of panties my friend wanted so I asked the lady if she had boy shorts. She took me over to a pair of daisy duke shorts and I was like eheh! OK so that’s what I was sure they would be called, so we looked in another place. I explained they were lacy, satiny, sexy and almost like a thong but really accentuated my chicks fine little butt. Oh you need the other side of the store. I was thinking we were in the Pink section, so now I need to go to the other side! Holy wow, if the other side was more racy than this side than this only proves that most women want more sex than men. There is a GOD!

She passes me off the Britney, a really cute blond, but aren’t they all cute at VS. OK I will admit, what in fucks sake is the idea to dress them up in all black? I mean in my vision of a good business plan would be to dress them up like school girls in plaid shorts, just a little to short and white shirts with just a tad few buttons buttoned. Perfect and sexy, innocent, sweet, but saucy on the inside. The world would be a much better place with me behind the wheel.

I tell Britney what I’m looking for and then notice she’s carrying a bag. I neg her about it, something I call a neg stack. I basically neg the hell out of hired guns, until they either do good work, or are just about to cry.  I get them s fired up to do good for this amazingly picky customer, who is confident and passionate. They do everything to appease me. When finally they do something OK and they are at their breaking point, the Kino wrap of my arm around their waste is so easy. I pull them in, they rest their head on my shoulder and I say, OK, you’re going to make it. I like you, because you try harder than those other girls. Man they eat it up. I get numbers and more off hired guns than any other set I open. Golden:~)

Anyway, Briteny worked out pretty well and worked hard to appease me. It just makes it that much easier to neg her harder when she messes up. Finally after much describing these panties on my behalf a light-bulb went off and she was like OH you mean Cheeky’s. Ummm like sure. So there they are and its exactly what my friend wears. OK yeah that’s them and there’s a sale going on. Buy two get one free. I love sales, especially when women’s panties are ridiculously priced. $16 a pair of panties!

Britney asks me her size and here we are at another road block. Of course I know her size, but life is fun, so I say hmm let me see and start to look around at chicks. She sees me and is like well is she my size? I’m like no, she is really skinny. She gets a crossed look on her face, and believe me Britney was far from fat. I crack a smile and she punches me in the arm, well it was more like a girly slap. I have her eating out of my hand.

Next roadblock: She’s laying them out side, by side asking what I think and I’m at a loss. I’m like totally undecided and ask Britney if maybe she can model them. She laughs and says that VS, doesn’t allow them too. OK who said we have to do it here. She says, almost in a whisper, like she was being bad, what about your girlfriend? I say, girlfriend, like I’m a bit shocked. Oh no, these are for my grandma. OK now she is laughing.

I get another bright-fun idea and actually say, ooh I know. I crumple up a pair and toss it on the floor and say oh that’s much better. I like those. Britney says, Oh no you just didn’t! Two blond girls behind me see this and are laughing loud. I start crumpling and tossing, No to that, yes to that, before you know it the two girls behind me are helping. Britney and them are taking them and spinning on there fingers and I end up with panties tossed in my face and on the floor. It was very fun.

Sometimes just a small shift in how you think is all it takes. I went to have fun and everything else fell into place.