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Leaving Value: The best PUA’s always leave some behind

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Dec 302008

I belong to a whole lot of forums and read a lot of “field reports” by guys. On many forums I use pseudonyms, but often you just might find me posting as JunkyFungus too. I don’t post a whole lot on PUA forums anymore since I am under contractual agreement not to until, well just until. I do post on my own PUA Lairs forum, but its private so its OK and does not violate the contract. I can say that we are creating a show and it will be in conjunction with the Ammo release of the company I work with.

Well, like I was saying, I read allot still and it always amazes me why some guys are getting into Pick-Up. I guess when I started I wanted to have grudge sex with every girl I met. I often did and “amazingly” I never had an opportunity to have a relationship with any of those women ever again. Sure there were the ones who wanted nothing more for me to take out all my frustrations on their vaginas, in which case I was sure to comply. The thing about that is that other than leaving her with crippled legs, a sticky belly and a bunch of empties I really left no other type of value.

There was this one girl, who very much could have been girlfriend material. She was sweet, had a little freaky streak, was very much a lady when it counted, a smile that radiated love and affection, but to her all I ever will be is her F***-Buddy. I actually feel really sad about it, because in my heart I know she could’ve been more. Not being a wussy though I continue to appease my sexual appetite on her womanly charms. I take out all my frustrations as I bend her over the sofa and drive home the point that I can never have her in any other way. Perhaps Roissy might call me a freaking beta, and maybe in this instance I am portraying beta attributes.

The thing is now though, I have been doing something a bit different. Not just with her, but with all my girls. I’ve discovered that the ALPHA male is not just a guy who has his fill of tail. He isn’t just the guy that bangs every girl he meets that he wants to. I won’t try to define what ALPHA is here in this blog in one blog post. An ALPHA male, after all cannot be defined that way, an ALPHA male is ever growing. He is alive and perpetually increasing his knowledge, world wisdom, creativity, charm all the things that make him so likable. The ALPHA male is a guy that always leaves everyone he meets a little better than before they met him. We are the worlds Kane in Kung Fu, traveling from place to place our wisdom leading others to always do the right thing. Even the enemy who ultimately defeat themselves in all the Kung Fu episodes, even though some require a good Hason Chop to the Neck are left better off than when they started. He leaves everyone with VALUE.

I remember reading a post on a popular pheromone forum, where a boy-child says that he will never aspire to be an ALPHA male and have to always be a jerk to females. It’s not in his nature to be mean to women. So where did he come up with that asinine idea? It’s not to hard to figure it out if you are a regular reader of all the PUA forums out there. I am in awe at how some boys have made it this far along in life. Not surprisingly that they get involved into Pick-Up so they can at least get laid. I wonder, I really do, if its a good idea to teach such wisdom to a child who by my account seed should die off. At first I was a bit taken back by it all, but then I figured it out. They might study the art of Pick-Up, but in most instances they will not get far with the attitude they have. After a while most PUA either learn to lead the world into interactions that will make the world better, or they whither and die.

I believe now that most of us start out with a sense that we can finally get back at all the wrongs that were done to us in HS by all the babes that rejected us, or worse put us into the dreaded friend zone. When I started out in seduction, that’s exactly what I wanted to do, then after a year of banging away at the Memphis elite, the Hollywood Beautiful, the El Lay wannabes, the NYC models I finally came to realize that having women as friends is awesome. I love women with all my soul. I love the way they look, talk, smell, taste, everything about them. So what is so wrong with a woman who wants to be friends anyway? As an ALPHA I am confident enough to have a woman as a friend and not be sexually interested in her.

What’s even more, on my journey of being a man, the journey that all boys take, we follow in the footsteps of the great ones before us, like Jesus, Don Juan, and most of us learn a valuable lesson from our mothers. She taught us to love and cherish women. It was her sole responsibility to pass on the amazing bonding undying love she had for us and we had for her, as a mother, as our most influential woman in our lives. Many, many men believe, erroneously that moms values taught us to supplicate and romance women, but what we have failed to see is the dimensional side to mom who taught us not only to love and cherish, but to be ALPHA. We failed miserably in that course, not by her doing but of our own. Mom taught us to always leave value, always leave someone, especially a women a little better than before you met her.

We wanted to be nice to mom, we wanted for her to love us, but mom loved us regardless of what we did. In fact mom loved us more when we are a bit ornery.

As an ALPHA male it is our responsibility to always leave everyone a little better off than before we met them. I’m not saying you should supplicate, be the sweetheart, but you can be the friend and still have sex. That’s the best kind anyway. The ALPHA is going to be passionate, confident and always leave VALUE. Another tag to the increasing list of ALPHA male traits.

The Passion of the JunkyFungus!

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Nov 252008

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

A Time For Change, But Will It Happen!

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Nov 132008

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.

Expecting the Unexpected: The ALPHA Male is always prepared

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Nov 052008

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.

Making an Impact: Setting Yourself Apart.

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Jul 292008

Last I was in Santa Monica I got to meet two of the greatest Life Style coaches (PUA) I ever had the pleasure to speak with. I have been conducting an interview series that will be broadcast soon enough, but because of this or that there are the typical Hollywood delays. I have managed to secure interviews with some intriguing Pick Up Artists and most are famous in their own rights. One in particular has a TV show and is scheduled for NYC interview at the end of August. I’m excited about that one and look forward to doing it.

I will say that while discussing topics with these guys, they all seem to have different insights and while so diverse still all of them offer a common thread. Be comfortable and love yourself, and you will exude confidence. Be passionate about who you are and what you do and this will personify you as a confident man. Don’t try and become somebody else, just be the best of yourself. Most importantly though, whatever you do make an impact, whether its a good impact or a bad impact, just make an impact. Be memorable!

With that said I think a lot of us are always going to wonder what exactly does it mean to make an impact. I’ve seen one friend in particular who likes to try and start fights when we have gone out. Another friend and I have made a decision that this is not the behavior that is acceptable to us and therefore will no longer hang out with this other friend. This is not the definition of bad impact, this is the definition of ignorance.

When I was interviewing Jae Ellis we talked about something he described as using the awkwardness of the situation to propel you ahead of everybody else. I asked him what exactly he meant and I understood it like this: You basically see a woman that you like, say a hired gun. Now of course she is at work and for her she gets hit on all the time. Most guys would not care and in today’s dynamics with the VH1 Pick Up Artist Show and Mystery’s new found fame there are many more guys who suddenly think they are PUA’s and therefore many more who are approaching. I’ve read all the complaints and gripes about these guys on most of the seduction communities forums and I have to tell you it perplexes me. I’ll get into that in another post, but for now, just understand that many more guys are approaching the hired guns and most will crash and burn.

The one thing however they are not doing is recognizing that the situation, regardless of how common place is still awkward for them at work. Call this out to them, let them know that you are socially aware and you understand that they are at work. Say something along the lines of “I know this is awkward because you’re at work and yet I always believed that I should let people know whats on my mind. I have noticed you walking around out here and I just wanted to let you know I think your very beautiful. (PAUSE…. ) So what’s your name?

If you say this with confidence I guarantee you will get her name and she will ask you yours. It has not failed yet for me. Of course coming from me is not the best source, you need to do yourself a favor and go to www.AskRomeo.com and sign up for Jae’s course. I am not an affiliate and I am not making any money by telling you this. I tell you this because I believe it to be quality and beneficial. The guys at AskRomeo.com are incredible and just awesome. They are genuine and their programs blow everyone else’s away in my opinion.

I can’t wait till the interview is released. I know the video of Valentino will blow your socks off. There is so much quality in the Valentino video, just watching it will change most guys states. You could sell that video for hundreds and it would be a bargain. I’m telling you guys I can barely contain myself its that good.

I want to make sure you understand what I mean by calling out the awkwardness of the situation. Now I have a weight issue, in case you have not noticed, and if I was to meet a babe I would tell her if she was lucky she would get to rub the Bhuda by the end of the night. Women love it! The thing is you have to be super confident to get away with this. The very statement itself is super confident. What it’s doing is setting yourself apart from every other guy by letting her know you are comfortable and confident about who you are.

Lately I have seen pretty much every other guy also wearing Couture shirts and jeans. Peacocking is supposed to set you apart not make you look like everybody else. I try and dress a bit punk with a cross of uber cool. So like torn jeans and chains with $150 Florshiens and a silly T-shirt under a bowlers shirt while wearing a dress jacket. It sounds strange, but it sets you apart.

The key to this entire post is to make an impact. Sometimes making an impact is making a woman mad at you. It’s OK! Everyone will not always like you and not everyone will appreciate your humor either. Hardly anybody understands my humor, and you think I give a flying fuck. Hell no I don’t. There are times I have used a neg stack (again another post) on a hired gun and they will hate me. You can only do a neg stack on a hired gun and when it works she will be butter in your hands, but oh man, when it doesn’t son’t ever go back. Unless you want spit and piss in your food.

Just remember that if you want to make an impact be very cool with yourself and understand that you will not be able to please everybody. Have fun with life and as such others will be impacted by your passion for who you are. Don’t take yourself to seriously.

Pushing the envelope. Progress through challenge!

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May 072008

I decided that I wanted to re-read the VAH handbook and it has made all the difference in my progress. When I was in San Diego a few weeks ago I was talking to Blitz, Mystery’s wingman, about some techniques and game. He picked right up on the deficiencies in my game and asked me when the last time I read the Mystery Method. It has been at least a year and he said he was always amazed that aspiring PUA’s have all the basics in the book and yet only read it once.

I guess he is right though, as since I have started reading it again it has opened my eyes to everything I haven’t been doing or have just forgot. I also have noticed the more time that had elapsed between readings the less and less I was actually pushing myself to open sets. I was taking the easy way out and after so much effort that was not going to be acceptable.

This past weekend was just incredible. It started on Wednesday and ended early this Monday morning. Yeah I’m tired and my throat is sore from all the yelling, I’m hung over and not feeling very motivated today but there is something else going on too. Normally a day that I am beat and feeling it I would have dreaded going anywhere. Maybe through on some shorts and a T-shirt and a hat and off to StarBucks not really caring about appearances, or even worse just staying home.

Not this time! Oddly enough I was yearning to get out, even though I am super tired and not feeling very social I still busted out the ironing board, pressing even my shorts. Avatar is who I am and I am ALPHA and as an ALPHA I am confident and am always aware of whats around me.

So how does this all tie into reading the VAH book again? It’s really simple. I’ve been relearning the skills that brought me so much success and with those skills come responsibility. Not so much to anyone else, but more to myself. First impressions start with myself and as such they start internally. This internalization has caused a spark inside me to ignite the inner fire of challenge. You see I believe that theory is only power if we can transpose it to application and application can only take us as far as we are willing to push the envelope.

Last night I closed an HB9 and I’ll say that she was easily that because she had drive that makes me want to be around her. Sure she is a Beer Goddess at the Beale Street Flying Saucer and yeah the more she flirts and talks the more tip she gets. The difference is just how far I was willing to challenge her to be a challenge to me. I set myself up, not as a customer, but as a fun guy who made her laugh and cry and feel frustrations, heat, sadness, love and many other emotions each time she came around. She didn’t know what to expect of me every time she came by.

I watched her interact with many other tables last night and every guy was just falling over themselves to appease the babe. They made it a point to thank her and tip her and ask her “normal” questions. SteveO challenged her to serve him better than any of the other waitresses there. Be something different than the typical customer, make an impression. The only way you get better at something is when you push things to the extreme even at the risk of failing. After all is it failing if we learn and can then push further next time?

I watched as every guy watched mine and her interaction and for the first time in my life I heard a guy call me an asshole to his buddy. He said I wouldn’t get anywhere with her, or something to that matter. Funny thing was that guy was me many years ago. The nice guy, the follower, abiding by the rules, but always alone.

Our table was the wildest and the drinks and conversation were flowing. Pictures were flashing, our loudness was the loudest and all my lair friends were working the room. At the end of the night everyone knew us and some dude hater snickered to his friend on what an asshole I was. When I came back from the bathroom Jennifer had taken my unsigned charge slip and gave it to a friend. I called her a punk ass and stared her down until she smiled. I smiled and caught dude hater looking in awe as I said I like your style kid. Write down your info for me. I watched as every guy in the room stood in awe as Jennifer, the hottest one in their without question, took a beer coaster and wrote the info down. With a big smile she hands it off and I grab the pen from her and say I’m keeping this as ransom. She smiles and tells me she is going to get her pen back and that she guarantees it. I say deal and walk off. When I passed the table of dude hater I say loud for him to hear it,”Yep I’m an asshole.”

None of this would have happened if I didn’t challenge myself to challenge myself in everything I do.

Creating an Identity around a pair of Old Rocker Boots.

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Mar 172008

I have an identity crisis. I think everyone at some point has an identity crisis. Most of us experience it a couple of times in our lives. Some call it puberty, when our voice starts to crack and our hormones go wild, in essence we become an adult in body, albeit our maturity has a long way to catch up. Then when we finally start to identify with ourselves and we come to grips with our lives, who we are, where we are, our job, our status, all of a sudden the “Mid-Life Crisis” comes a creeping! The stereotypical male goes out and buys a sleek fast sports car, while the female joins aerobics and gets a face lift.

Its always been amazing to me to watch my friends grow and develop as people throughout the years. I’ve had some friends who have identified with the music thing, and it dictates how they act and the very clothes they wear. Some of my friends have become computer geeks and its evident in their geeky style of clothing. Khaki pants, a polo style shirt with a logo of some software company embroidered on the front that barely covers their pudgy spare tire.

Typically the American media circus determine our stereotypes, now more than ever. Reality shows, far from any type of reality I have ever experienced, portray our lives and how we are supposed to live them. Radio and MTV plays the songs they tell us are popular, all the while the national news channels have gone 24 hours. Is Natalie Holloway really so important that even after a year we still are beleaguered with monthly updates, while Elliot Spitzer’s whore is making millions on bad music? Popularity has run amok.

We are preached to from every angle of how we are supposed to walk, what to eat, drink, when to shit, cry, sleep. TV is a mad commercial filled with advertisements for the “Wonder Cure” for every conceivable ailment ever known to man, some ailments that have not even been named yet. We are bombarded with infomercials for “Hip Hop Abs,” “LA Weight Loss,” wonder pharmaceuticals! Diets for this, creams for that, these jeans will make you a super model. Buy, buy buy, call 1-800… Identities are fast becoming not who we are, but more so who they want you to be.

I turned forty last September, and by every account I should be going through an identity crisis. It is my right and it has been bestowed upon me by the moguls of media and social hypes. I should have two kids off in college, a house and car payment, my wife and I are both overweight, but we have a health plan and are looking forward to retirement. We sit in front of TV and watch Fox News at night and cry for our troops and damn President Bush. We go to church on Sundays and live our dream, the American dream.

But that’s not me. I’m forty years old and I don’t fit into that mold, or any other that could describe me. Well maybe I am a bit overweight! I look back upon my life and I really don’t recall ever maturing, or having this epiphany where I came to grips with maturity. I’ve never had a desire to hold down a job or work a career. I have enough college credits for two degrees, yet no degree hangs on my wall. I’ve studied journalism, computer science, history, English, philosophy, psychology and a few others all as majors. I’ve written for magazines and newspapers, owned companies, served as a grunt in the US Army, but even today as I write this I have no direction, no desire to grow up to be something. Even as a child I had no goals to grow up to be a fireman, or for that matter anything else.

So when we don’t have aspirations or fit into the corporate mold or the ones standardized by television marketing where do we fit in and how do we create our identity? A student of life I seek out knowledge to help me in understanding myself and bettering my interactions with others. About three years ago I stumbled onto the “seduction community” and although I’ve made it this far without a personal avatar I realized it was an essential part of being according to most everyone.

I was walking around in life without being anyone let alone who I was. I had no clear vision of what I wanted to be or who I even thought I should be. Most people identify who they are, by what job they work. Ask someone just entering into the seduction community who they are and they will say a “Pick Up Artist.” On the other hand ask a true master of seduction in the community who they are, and they might answer “A student on the road of life.” Striking differences and who is right?

There are times when I go out and I wear my hair slicked back NYC style with lots of jell. I’ll wear my cream colored sports jacket, burgundy polo dress shirt, black slacks and $100 shoes. When it’s sunny you’ll always see me with my $300 Oakley’s on. Open collar means thousand dollar gold chain hanging round my neck. Formal: I’ll be wearing my Fosil watch for sure.

Lately I’ve been dressing a certain way to create an identity through clothes. Like I’ve said though, most people identify with their jobs when you ask them who they are. I love my job and I must, considering most weeks I work about 70 to 80 hours doing it. I work for the worlds largest pheromone producer and probably have a cooler job than most people can even dream of. But where does that lead me in identity and is it really who I am? My job does not define me as a person, it is not my core identity. By definition I cannot say I’m the rocker, or the preppy guy. What if my identity crosses the boundries of all music and cultures.

I sought out a pair of boots, the kind that are made to look distressed and they have the buckle on one side. They look like a pair of old rocker boots. I finally found a pair at the mall (rocker boots at the mall! Oxymoron?) and I decided I would next create an identity around them. I bought myself a wallet chain, some silver pinky rings with Celtic cross cutouts on them. I dyed my hair black and lately I like to wear jeans. I’ve noticed that whenever I’m out and I see someone similar in dress they nod their hello. When ever I am wearing my stylish executive level clothing I get my due respect from the other suits in the business world. Have we really become a society so dependent on identifying the person by the clothes they wear?

Funny thing though, is that most self-help books and such all tell you you have to start with being yourself. Connecting with yourself so that you can forge the bridge of emotional stability with the world. That’s where it all seems to get lost for me. You see connecting with my core identity means I can connect with just about every identity out there. I am just as comfortable wearing leather pants as I am wearing slacks from Brooks Brothers.

It makes me wonder what my core identity really is. Can I find a way by wearing clothes to identify my identity or can I walk around unidentified and by being unidentified wouldn’t that be an identity of itself? Do I really need an identity after all? Isn’t it all just marketing that tells us we need an identity so that they can better connect with us on a marketable level? Conceivable then, isn’t it possible to be invisible just be avoiding all media hype on class or would that be the rebel class and thus a marketing connection made. Do I feel like this is the Matrix?

In the seduction community there is a term called peacocking. By definition it is the guy who stands out the most by wearing outlandish clothing but being congruent with it. They are the ones who get the most attention and are looked on as brave and exciting and now most guys are doing it. So by being the guy without that identity am I the one guy who stands out in the crowd while everyone else wears glow necklaces and top hats.

I sought out a pair of boots, the kind that are made to look distressed and they have the buckle on one side. They look like a pair of old rocker boots. There about the most peacocked article I own. I created an identity around those boots, or maybe those boots created an identity around me.

International Hour With JunkyFungus

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Aug 052007

Massentropy and I decided we were going to go out Salsa dancing. I was going to pimp my peacocking out to the max and wore Khaki dress slacks, brown belt, shoes, and socks, a natural colored “Cubavera” Cuban button down shirt, with inlaid flowers on each side of the front. To top it all off I wore my weaved straw Cuban hat by Sean John (P-diddy). If I had a better tan and a bigger beard I would have passed for Castro. God I was beautiful. I met Massentropy at Kohl’s where he had picked up a white pair of slacks and a burgundy button down shirt. It’s a good thing for him I’m not gay or I would have done him right there in the parking lot. We both were looking like Salsa Kings!

We had plans to eat some Mexican food to keep in touch with our hot Latino flair for the evening. We went to Los Reyes on Stage and Covington Pike. When we arrived the hostess was very cute. Great body but she needs to eat some hot dogs before going to bed so she can gain some weight in her ass. It was nice and there was no way I would have kicked her out of bed, but she needed some meat back there for the pushing.

With most hired-guns I usually do direct openers and plow with cocky funny throughout the night. It works well for me. I said to her that she was very cute. I am certain that nobody has said this to her before as she lit up with a big smile and said thank you. She said she got her looks from her mom, who obviously (Damned 20/20 hindsight) was standing right next to me when I said this to her daughter.

She raised an intelligent daughter, who probably saved my life from the wrath of mom. Of course she gets her looks from mom, who BTW was no slouch for a Mexican lady. They usually plump up, bet she had a nice figure. I bet you if dad was standing there she would have told me to run for my life. I don’t believe there would have been appeasing dad and he would have surely killed me and fed me to the donkeys.

I asked my Mexican Beauty her name, which now eludes me completely, and I sensed she was younger for some reason. She told me she was 17. Blasted laws. If she was only 18 I could have had her more ways than you can have a taco. Massentropy suggested I put her in the friend zone and encase her in glass so that I would have some fresh Mexican pussy when she turned 18. She was spicy, but like I said she had a skinny ass and that took her down an entire degree of hotness, not to mention the fact she was 17.

I eat there often for lunch as the portions are unbelievable and prices are wonderful so there will be other opportunities. I’ll find out when her 18th birthday is so that I can properly corrupt her.

We then went off to meet up with catalyst and headed to the Salsa club. I learned a little as typical of us to be late. There weren’t really a lot of sets there, at least nothing special. It was funny because during the lesson the instructors told us to pair off with a lady. I noticed the one who I thought had the hottest body and walked right up to her and held out my hand for her to take it. She looked at me and said “NO!” I don’t believe she was being cruel or bitchy, she just had a boyfriend, who she spent most of the evening with. In my AFC days I never would have approached her anyway for fear of rejection and then when she did reject me it just didn’t matter. After all she wasn’t rejecting me, she didn’t even know me. It was just that she was attracted to me and that scared her.

As the night progressed she was sitting at the table next to the dance floor and yet kept turning to “glance” at me. We made eye contact on several occasions and she walked by brushing up next to me on several occasions. I’m sure she was confused why she was hot for me, but had her man there with her. She probably couldn’t help herself because an AFC would have made sure not to look at her after her crushing “NO,” but I made sure I had strong eye contact.

The most humorous event of the night was when I was talking to catalyst when a cute blond slipped in behind me and stood at the bar. I wasn’t even aware she was there. I’m talking about the girl who rejected me to catalyst when all of a sudden he opens me with the “5 oceans.”

Strange, I’m not attracted to catalyst, I wonder when he became attracted to me. I was a bit uncomfortable with him trying to seduce me, but then I realized he was talking to the blond who slinked in behind me. Whew, for a minute there I was concerned I’d have to hit him with a beer bottle to knock his senses back into him.

After about a couple of hours there we all decide we’d rather be opening sets than Salsa dancing. IMHO it’s a great place for a day 2, but I don’t see it as a PU venue. I thought it was weak for sets and wasn’t going to offer many opportunities. I made friends with a guy who knew everybody and danced with all the ladies (social proof) and he said it got crowded around 1 am.

We took the trolley back to Beale and the trolley driver wanted to fight us. He told me he was going to take my head off and I AMOGed his ass right back. I believe he was trying to pick-up on the only passenger, a woman, when we got on. He wasn’t going to be the tough guy at my expense and I so let him know that.

It was then off to BuckyStars to get some water for me. I opened Mother/Father SOLID HB9 daughter who were here from France. I sarged and flirted with mom and she was really into it. I built solid DHV with stories of my time in Paris, Europe and Martinique (a Caribbean French controlled resort). Mom and dad were into JunkyFungus, and daughter was making strong eye contact.

My philosophy is if you can get the value built with mom and dad they would be OK with sarging of daughter. I had mom and dad laughing and sharing stories all the while I was ignoring daughter. I could tell she was feeling inadequate in the group. She was probably used to being the center of attention, but who was this great looking man ignoring her? She was in the mist of a Junkyfungus sarge and she was week in the knees.

All of a sudden I watch as catalyst comes from standing by my side walk around the mother and go over to the daughter and try to open her, in the middle of my set! OMG, what the hell does he think he’s doing? She apparently didn’t like the attention either cause she shrugged of his statement of she looks bored and moved to dad and crawled under his arm. She actually saved the set and showed better wingmanship than my wing. (Side-note: I talked to catalyst about this after the set and told him he can never just try and steal my target because she looked bored or for any other reason. That doesn’t fly, but like I said that was cleared up, but this is a field report).

Just so anyone who reads this understands the whole idea of a perfect sarge is make your target qualify herself to you. It builds massive attraction when the center of all the attention is ignored. My set was back on track. I shifted into now paying some attention to the target and she moved back away from dad and took two steps into my space. She was smiling and giving some serious body language IOI’s.

Here’s the freaking kicker! Mom was obviously a PUA herself and knew exactly what was happening, cause she made it a point to ask me if I knew how old her daughter was. I negged her by saying 12. She was freaking 17 too! What the hell kind of conspiracy was this?

We chatted some more and I knew it was over right there. I may be a dirty dog and if I was in Europe I would have f*closed the daughter, but being that we were in the states and that leads to jail I politely ejected.

My GOD, if only you could have seen how hot this chick was!

It was then off to Hard Rock where one of the servers practically cursed me out for asking her why she was wearing so much mascara. I was non-reactive, but just as stern in my IOD right back at her, which promptly got a high-five from Frohawk, the bartender. The server walked off shouting something in anger.

From there it was time to go home.

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